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COPYEIGHT 1905 BY 

A. WESSELS COMPANY 


NEW YORK 
Printed September 1905 


LIBRARY «f CONGRESS 
Two CopNo Rocelvod 


NOV 29 1905 


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PRESS OF 

BRAUNWORTH & CO. 
BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS 
BROOKLYN, N. Y. 


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Debication 

To those who have helped me most, 

My Uncle and 'Aunt 

REV. AND MRS. FRANCIS MASON HALL. 



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Contents 


CHAPTER I page 

The Mysterious Sparrow 1 1 

CHAPTER H 

The End of the First Wish and the Beginning of the Second i8 
CHAPTER HI 

A Wish that Got Twisted 26 

CHAPTER IV 

What Jacky Wished ., 36 

CHAPTER V 

The Adventure with the Policeman 46 

CHAPTER VI 

The Adventures in the Ocean ......... 56 

CHAPTER VII 

What Happened to Miss Heckenboffer . 66 


Contents 


A Very Successful Wish' 

CHAPTER VIII 

PAGE 

... 77 

The Cage Disappears . 

CHAPTER IX 

... 86 

CHAPTER X 

The Change of the Sparrow . 

. . 95 

The Traveling Cloak of “ 

CHAPTER XI 

The Little Lame Prince” 

. . . 104 

Wishing for Others 

CHAPTER XII 

. . . 113 

CHAPTER XIII 

Where the Sweet Things Grow ...... 

r.- . 1 22 

The Sparrow Entertains 

CHAPTER XIV 

. . . 132 

Goodbye to the Sparrow 

CHAPTER XV 



H Xi8t of tbe ITllustrations 


PAGE 

Eating cream waffles from one hand and holding big rolls stuffed 

with hot little wienerwurst sausages in the other Frontispiece 

The next moment found herself sitting flat on the boards, gazing 


into the eyes of the most astonishing person she had ever seen 40 

She was floating lazily, just under the crest of a big green wave 58 ^ 

They were flying over a beautiful stretch of country 108 

Instantly a great, fierce looking man in a long white robe, and 

big turban, appeared 136 


“I’m afraid I can’t help that,” said the Sparrow as he flew in at 
the window 








CHAPTER I 


Ubc /Ift^sterious Sparrow 



jEALLY,” said the sparrow, “ I think it would be to 
your advantage to let me go.” 

Jacky dropped the plump little body in his 
astonishment, and the bird fluttered to the window 
sill and blinked up at him with its bright, dark eyes. 
“What’s the matter?” asked Jean, who had just 
come in with a battered bird cage, rescued from the cobwebby gar- 
ret, where it had lain for years. “You looked scared, Fraid cat! 
It’s only a sparrow.” 

“But — but — he spoke to me,” said Jacky, backing discreetly away. 
“Nonsense!” And Jean, the practical, set the cage down and 

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went carefully toward the little bird, her hands softly spread to 
catch him. 

But he fluttered just beyond her reach, shook his head at her and 
held up one small claw reprovingly as he said, “Not nonsense at all, 
my dear. I don’t see why a sparrow shouldn’t talk if he pleases. 
Do you?” 

Jean sat down hard on the floor and Jacky giggled. It was fun 
to see Jean, who did not believe in fairies at all, and even scoffed at 
the giant Uncle Tom had showed them at the circus, looking so 
astonished. 

To tell the truth, she was more scared than Jacky. 

Jacky believed in all sorts of fairy stories with his whole heart, and 
would not have been astonished if his oatmeal had wished him 
“good morning,” or the brass knobs on his bed had nodded a “good 
night.” He had always known that birds and beasts could speak if 
they pleased, and had been more surprised than frightened when the 
sparrow spoke. He was joyful now. But Jean— well, father said 
he was afraid Jean would grow into a strong minded woman. She 
didn’t believe in anything that was not ordinary and every-day, and 
she was never, never afraid in the dark. 

It pleased Jacky to think that for once he could be more at his ease 
than she. So he made a very fine bow, just as his dancing school 

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teacher had taught him, and said: “I beg your pardon, Mr. Spar- 
row. Don’t mind Jean. She’s silly, and doesn’t believe in things, 
you know, but she means to be nice.” 

“ I know, I know,” said the sparrow wisely. “ I’ve been watching 
Jean for some time, and I’m very sorry for her. In fact, that is the 
reason I allowed myself to be caught. It’s very sad indeed when 
little girls don’t like fairy stories.” 

“But,” cried Jean, who had found her tongue at last, “they aren’t 
true — you know they aren’t, and ” 

“ Humph,” replied the sparrow, very crustily indeed. “ I suppose 
you think I’m not real!” And he turned his back on her and de- 
manded that the window be opened. “ People who don’t believe in 
things they hear about are bad enough,” he sputtered. “ But people 
who won’t even believe what they see and hear themselves are not 
to be borne. I’m going away.” 

But when he turned his back on Jean he made an unlucky move. 
She was quite over her astonishment now and with one pounce she 
had caught him again. Before he could so much as twiddle his toe, 
she had him tight and fast in the old bird cage. 

“Now, then,” she said decidedly, as she sat down and rested her 
chin on her hands. “Now, then, if you’re a really, truly fairy get 
out of that cage.” 


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The sparrow sputtered with wrath. “See here,” he exclaimed, 
“this isn’t fair. As it happens, I’m caught. It’s my own fault if I 
turned myself into a sparrow, you know, and if I’m foolish enough 
to get caught while I’m visible to human eyes, I’ve got to take the 
consequences. I can’t even turn myself back into a fairy while I’m 
behind these bars. Let me out.” 

Jacky’s hand went toward the door, but Jean caught and held it. 
“In the story books,” she said gravely, “the genii and fairies and 
things always reward the people who get them out of scrapes. Now, 
what I want to know is, what are you going to do for us?” 

The sparrow forgot how angry he was and laughed till he nearly 
fell off his perch. 

“Frizzle my feathers!” he exclaimed naughtily, “but you’re a 
sharp child. You’re modern, all right enough. No wonder the chil- 
dren of this generation are so hard to deal with.” 

Then he grew sober again, and sat blinking at her with such a wise 
look, that Jean rubbed her eyes. It almost seemed that he could not 
be a saucy sparrow. She thought he must have turned into an owl. 

“Well,” he said at last, “I’ll reward your brother for his belief in 
me, and you for your cleverness. What do you want? ” 

Jean turned to Jacky. After all, when it came to dealings with 
fairies he was the one who knew the most, and though she took the 

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lead in nearly everything, she said rather helplessly, “You say, Jacky 
— what do we want? ” 

Jacky swelled with importance, and his forehead tied itself up 
into a perfect knot of funny little wrinkles. 

“Regulation three wishes, I suppose?” said the sparrow. But' 
Jacky shook his head. Though not as practical as Jean, he had an 
idea of making a good trade, too. 

“ No,” he said slowly, “ I’ve thought of something lots better. I’ve 
been reading about genii, you know, and they always come when 
people rub things — lamps or rings generally — and the people 
who saved them keep on getting wishes right along. They don’t have 
to do all their wishing at once. Now, I’d like that. Can’t we call 
you whenever we please? ” 

The sparrow gave a rather exasperating little laugh. 

“ You’re driving a pretty shrewd bargain,” He said sharply, “ but — 
what could you rub? I certainly haven’t any old pots or lamps or 
rings hanging about, and I don’t see many here.” 

Jacky and Jean looked blank a moment. Then Jacky had an idea.'' 

“The cage!” he exclaimed. “That’s it. Whenever we rub that 
cage, why you come and give us what we want. That’s the way to 
fix it.” 

“Oh, indeed!” and the sparrow laughed rather sarcastically. 

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But Jean was holding fast to Jacky, so he could not open the cage 
before the bargain was made, and he saw no other way. out of his 
trouble. 

“Very well,” he said, “there’s one thing at least; I’ll have made 
Jean know that it’s possible to be too practical. She’ll have to believe 
in fairy tales by the time she gets through with me. What’s your 
first wish? Tell it, and let’s have things over. I’ve an engagement 
with my tailor down Spiderweb lane in half an hour. What can I 
do for you?” 

Jacky and Jean put their heads together. 

“ It’s too late to wish ourselves anywhere tonight,” said Jacky, wist- 
fully. “ Dinner’ll be ready soon, and I’m tired. Let’s wish for father 
to have us down to dessert, give us lots of ice cream and a dime apiece. 
How’s that?” 

Jean nodded. She would have liked a wish a little more out of the 
ordinary, just to prove what the sparrow could do ; but she felt that 
there were plenty of times coming. “All right,” she said, and the 
wish was repeated to their prisoner. 

“ That sounds to me like three wishes in one,” he said. “ But it’s all 
right. Now, then, open the door and shut your eyes.” 

“ Oh, but we want to see you when you’re not a sparrow,” wailed 
J acky. “ We want to see your wings and your ” 

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Zbc Monberful Misbcs of Jack's anb Jean 


The sparrow interrupted him. “ You don’t know that I’m a fairy at 
all,” he said sharply. “ I may be a wicked genii, or an ogre, or a 
haunted giant. You can’t tell. And I shan’t let you know. Whatever 
I am really, I’ll be nothing but a sparrow to you. Shut your eyes 
tight, or I’ll order bread pudding for your dinner instead of ice 
cream, send your father to his club, and see that He doesn’t give you a 
cent from the day before the day after yesterday. Quick!” 

Jacky shot out his arm, pulled open the door of the cage and 
clapped one hand over his eyes and one over Jean’s. 

There was a flutter, a twdtter, a laugh that was rather loud, and then 
silence. They peeped through their fingers and the cage was empty. 


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CHAPTER II 


Uhc Bnb of tbe jfirst milisb anb 
tbe Beginning of tbe Seconb 


ACKY and Jean lived in the top of a very big house 
near the city. Their nursery was pretty and bright, 
with Mother Goose pictures chasing each other all 
around the wall, big, low window seats and a long 
bookcase filled with all sorts of books, from those 
they had had when they were very small babies two 
and three years old, to those that were appropriate now, when they 
were eight and nine. 

But it was lonesome up there, nevertheless; for, you see, mother 
was away. She had had to go south, because she was not strong, and 
the doctor had said she could not take the children, for she must have 
no noise or worry at all. And grandma had gone with her^ and father 

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— well, father was very busy. He came up every evening before his 
dinner time and talked to them a little, and if he had no company 
he would send for them to come down when he had his dessert, and 
they always liked that. But generally they were alone all day with 
Rachel. Rachel was Zillah’s sister, and Zillah was the cook. She 
had been with mother ever since mother was married, but Rachel 
did not come till Jacky did, and that fact always made it hard for 
him to understand why she was any older. Then there was Maryan- 
Martha. Not Mary Ann Martha, but Mary “ and ” Martha. Zillah, 
who was the girl’s mother, always explained that she and her hus- 
band could not agree which name it should be, and so she was chris- 
tened with both, and nobody ever thought of shortening them, except 
to leave out the “ d ” at the end of “ and.” 

MaryanMartha was very young, if you looked at her with Zillah’s 
eyes, or even Rachel’s. If you looked at her as Jacky and Jean saw 
her, she was like other grown folks, and very tall, and very black. 
She waited on table and pretended not to notice when Jacky or Jean 
spilled things on the cloth, or took more cake than they were told 
they might. For which things they deeply loved her. 

And then, what games she could play! Rachel was too dignified to 
play games, though she could tell good stories. The only trouble 
was that Jacky and Jean did not agree as to the kind of stories. 

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tCbc Monbcrful Mfsbes of Jackie anb Jean 


Jacky preferred tales of fairies and giants, elves, pixies, ghosts — any- 
thing and everything that was calculated to make his thick yellow 
hair stand on end with fright when he got between the sheets at night 
While Jean, as practical as her two tight little pale-brown braids, said 
such stories were bosh, and wanted to know what Rachel and Zillah 
did “down south” when they were two little pickaninnies, and 
helped look after mother, who was just a little baby then, and did the 
most interesting things. 

^ It was Rachel wh^^th^m know that the first wish granted them 
by the Mysteriousoparrow had come true. For she came upstairs 
very cross, and said she had made a peach pie for dessert, and it had 
burned, and Zillah was having to order ice cream over the telephone. 
“An’ your pa cornin’ home after all, though he said this noon he 
couldn’t,” she went on, >vhile the children wriggled with delight. 

“I told you so,” whispered Jacky to Jean, who had had a fit of 
non-belief after the disappearance of the sparrow. 

“My!” and Jean’s eyes grew big and round, like brown saucers. 
“Just think how hard we’ll have to imagine something to ask next 
time. I can’t think of anything in particular, can you?” 

“ In fairy stories they always wish for money,” said Jacky, the wise, 

“but father’s got plenty. I guess that’s what’s the matter with us. 

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Zbc Monberful ‘QUlidbes of Jachi? anb Jean 


I heard Miss Higgenbotham tell mother we’d be happier if we were 
poor. We might wish to be poor, just for a change.” 

“Yes,” said Jean excitedly. “I’ve always just longed to sweep off 
the front steps with a little, red-handled broom, the way the little girl 
in the next street does — you know, we can just see the house through 
Rachel’s window. But Rachel gets angry if I even try to watch her 
do it, let alone doing it myself. I think it would be fun to wish for 
things like that. They’re what Uncle Tom calls adventures, aren’t 
they?” 

“ I guess so,” answered Jacky, as Rachel descended upon him, and 
bore him off to get on a clean suit and a particularly broad stiff collar 
and a bow that tickled his chin. “ Anyhow, we’ll wish for adventures, 
and we’ll be bound to get something.” 

“Whatever are you talking about?” said Rachel. “You chillun 
are de greatest! You-all’s even wuss den yo’ ma.” And after she had 
sent them down stairs, neat and clean and trim, she shook her head 
over their queer ways, and wished she had them down south where 
their mother was little, so they could be natural, healthy children. 

Meantime the children were having a fine time down stairs. Fa- 
ther was full of fun, and joked with them while they ate their ice 
cream, and he hid their dimes in the funniest places, and made them 
hunt them out. Two or three times Jacky came near telling him 

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XTbe Monberful Mfsbes of anb 5ean 


about their wonderful visitor of the afternoon, but he was a little bit 
shy. He was afraid his father would laugh at him. As for Jean, it 
never entered her head to tell. She was still an unbeliever, and would 
have felt as if she was telling stories outright, to say anything about 
the matter till it seemed much more certain than it did now, although 
the ice cream, still sliding down her pink throat in smooth, cool 
mouthfuls, and the dime making a round red spot in her tightly 
clenched little fist, seemed proof enough that it was all true. 

They were so tired when they went up to bed that they did not talk 
much about their wishes, but in the morning both heads popped up 
at the same minute, and instead of the usual “good morning” that 
went from one white bed to the other, both cried, “What shall we 
wish?” and when they tumbled out of bed and into their clothes, 
Jean was quite as excited as Jacky. 

The first thing was to get rid of Rachel. Naturally, they couldn’t 
go wishing around, rubbing bird cages and receiving visits from talk- 
ative sparrows, when she was anywhere near. But it was houseclean- 
ing time and Rachel was only too glad of their promise to take care of 
themselves, while she went to help and to superintend the work of 
Mrs. George Washington Caesar Tompkins, who had been hired for 
the occasion. 


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No sooner was she out of sight than Jean ran to the window seat 
where they had hidden the cage, and brought it out. 

“Let’s both rub, Jacky,” she said. “Yes, and shut our eyes,” an- 
swered Jacky. “ You know, he didn’t like to have us see him go, and 
very likely he’d feel a little delicate about appearing if we looked.” 

“ Humph! I don’t see why he should,” said Jean, but nevertheless 
she shut her eyes so tight they were quite lost in a nest of tiny wrinkles, 
and both rubbed hard at the bars of the battered cage. 

Not a sound did they hear. Nothing seemed to happen. 

“There,” cried Jean, with a disappointed note in her voice, though 
she tried to seem triumphant, “ I told you it was all a mistake or a 
dream, or something. I knew there weren’t any fairies or ogres or 

giants — especially haunted ones. I knew it wasn’t ” But as her 

eyes got well open she stopped. For, sitting on the perch of the 
cage, half asleep, and much rumpled as to feathers, sat a round little 
sparrow. 

“Hush,” cried Jacky, “don’t talk so or He’ll go away. Oh, Jean, 
how could you?” For the sparrow was paying not the slightest at- 
tention to them. 

“I didn’t mean it,” said Jean apologetically. “Indeed, I didn’t, 
Mr. Sparrow. Please forgive me — and talk. OH, do please talk!” 

The sparrow gave a low little laugh. “ I thought I’d taught you 

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better,” he said. “ Didn’t everything come out as per order last even- 
ing? Yes? I thought so. What do you want today? Diamonds, I 
suppose, and money, ponies and all sorts of things like that.” 

“No,” said Jean stoutly, “we don’t. Mother has diamonds, and 
we each have a pony. We want to wish for adventures.” 

The sparrow stopped looking sleepy, and sat up very straight. 
“Well, well,” he said with an approving nod, “you are original, 
clever children. What do you want to do first? ” 

“ Be pirates,” said Jacky. 

“Be poor,” said Jean. 

The sparrow laughed till he fell off the perch, and had to pick 
himself up and straighten his feathers. 

“Try again,” he said. “You both spoke at once, and asked differ- 
ent things. If one had wished first, or both had wished the same thing 
— but try again. Plenty of time. I don’t mind these feathers. 
They’re quite cozy,” and he settled down for a sun bath, while Jacky 
and Jean fell to squabbling over their wish, which was of course very 
inaughty, and very thoughtless, too. They should have had their 
minds all made up before they rubbed the cage. 

“Oh, dear!” cried Jean finally, in a temper, “I wish you were 
just like that bolster over there. Then I could have my own way. 
I wish ” but as she spoke things turned dark around them a mo- 


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ment. “ Only one wish at a time, if you please, madam,” said a very 
firm voice. And as Jean realized what that wish had been she rushed 
toward the little gilt cage trying to close the door, and crying at the 
top of her voice, “No, no. Oh, please! I didn’t mean that wish — 
I didn’t mean it at all.” 

But it was too late. The cage was empty, and the sunlight was 
already beginning to fill every corner of the room. 

The second wish had begun. 


CHAPTER III 


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ATURALLY, the first thing that Jean did was to 
look about the room for her brother. But he was 
nowhere to be seen. “ Jacky,” she called, “ Jacky, 
Jacky, where are you? ” 

“You ought to know,” said a funny, muffled 
voice at her feet, and starting forward, Jean stum- 
bled over a big white bolster lying directly before her. 

“ Oh, Jacky! ” she gasped, “ did it really happen? ” 

“Of course it did,” said Jacky, ruefully, as he tried to sit up. 
“Mercy, Jean, why didn’t you think? I wish you had to have your 
mouth full of feathers. It’s horrid. And my feet — wKy good gra- 
cious, I haven’t got any feet.” 

“Of course you have not,” said practical Jean. “Didn’t you hear 

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me wish you into a bolster? And did you ever see a bolster with legs? 
I wish Rachel didn’t use those old-fashioned things, and hadn’t hers 
in here to air. Then I’d never have thought of such a thing.” 

“But you might have said pillow,” said Jacky fretfully, “and 
that’d be just as bad. Worse! I’d be squarer. But say, what are we 
going to do?” 

“ I don’t know, I’m sure. Rachel will ” 

But the bolster became suddenly agitated. “ Rachel mustn’t know 
a thing about it,” cried the funny voice, that was so strange, and yet 
so like Jacky’s after all. “Why, Rachel would take away the cage, 
and say we were silly, and we’d never have a chance for any other 
wish, ever. We’ve got to run away, run away for all day. Fairy 
wishes always stop when the sun sets. If you’d read properly you’d 
know. And Rachel mustn’t see me till sunset. We must run away.” 

“Run away? When you haven’t any legs?” and in spite of her 
sorrow for what she had done to her brother, Jean giggled. 

“That’s so,” said Jacky. “I forgot. You see I can see all right 
and talk. I’ve just go't this bolster thing all around me somehow. 
But I can’t be very heavy. Try and carry me.” 

Jean leaned down, got her arms around him, and sure enough he 
came up quite easily. But what was stranger still, no sooner was he 
properly on end than a pair of queer thin little legs began to sprout at 

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the two lower corners of the white bolster cover, and in a moment he 
was quite able to go alone. 

But his looks! Jean lay back on the bed and laughed at him till 
her sides ached, and Jacky, almost crying, reminded her that it was 
all her fault, anyway. Just then they heard Rachel coming, and 
with a frantic leap Jacky landed on the bed. 

“My sakesl” said Rachel, “I thought I done took that bolster in 
my room once. I surtinly thought so.” And she made a sweep at 
poor Jacky, caught him up and pummeled him smartly as she car- 
ried him across the hall and dropped him on to her bed. “You be all 
right, honey?” she called back, and Jean said, “Yes,” glad that 
Rachel had not asked as to the whereabouts of her brother. 

As soon as Rachel was fairly out of sight she got the real bolster 
and pulled Jacky out from under the pile of pillows on Rachel’s bed. 
Then they began to lay their plans. Jacky insisted that they must go 
out of doors. “ I know it isn’t very warm yet,” he said, “ but if you 
knew how it felt to be feathers I guess you’d say yes fast enough.” 

“ But,” said Jean, “we can’t go away for all day like that. They’ll 
miss us. And, besides, where would we get any luncheon?” 

“ They can miss all they want to. I don’t care — till night. And 
if you can’t steal things to eat, you’re not much good. You get Tod- 
dles and come along. I’ve got the hard part. Just imagine getting 

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down stairs with legs like thisl” and he gazed ruefully at the weak, 
sticklike articles at his lower corners. 

Jean giggled. “Yes,” she said, “ and then if Rachel or Mrs. George 
Washington Caesar Tompkins finds you they’ll thump you hard and 
take you back.” But she really was sorry for J acky, and hurried down 
stairs to get Toddles and see about lunch. 

Toddles was their dog. He was a skye terrier, with very bright 
eyes, almost hidden under long, silky hair that hung in fringes from 
his legs and back and head, and made him look like a mop, and 
gave him, sometimes, the funny little walk that had suggested his 
name. 

Toddles was not allowed in the nursery till after breakfast, and had 
to be sent out to Jasper, the coachman, at five, so he had not been pres- 
ent at any of the interviews with the mysterious sparrow. He had 
always slept in the nursery till he began to amuse himself worrying 
the sofa cushions, and tearing the sheets and pillow cases with his 
bright, sharp teeth, when he thought it was time for Jacky and Jean 
to get up in the morning. Then, as neither scoldings nor whippings 
seemed to do any good, he was banished. Jean found him on the 
porch, quivering all over his little body with impatience, and giving 
eager “ yaps ” at the closed door. In a moment he was scurrying along 
before her, and she had to scold him and send him up stairs before 

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she dared try the pantry. Toddles, with his barking and his wig- 
gling, would be certain to betray her. 

It was rather dangerous getting into the pantry. MaryanMartha 
had not finished her morning’s work, and was clearing all the things 
off the big sideboard. The task seemed endless, so Jean marched 
boldly through with the request for a cooky, and, though Maryan- 
Martha knew very well that it was too early for extra cookies, she 
showed her white teeth, nodded, smiled, and in another second the 
swing doors snapped behind Jean’s pigtails, and she was standing be- 
fore the big refrigerator. Joy of joys! Just inside were three bottles 
of milk. On top was a basket, and in the basket some things that had 
come from the grocery. In a jiffy Jean had them out, and had stowed 
away in their place a bottle of milk, a whole dozen of bananas, un- 
limited cookies, and two stray rolls from the top of the bread box. 
Then out through the side door she went, hid the basket under a 
clump of lilacs, and slid back as she had gone. For she still had to 
help poor Jacky. 

It was time, for as she went she heard agonized howls from Tod- 
dles, and arrived on the stairway in time to see a very much frightened 
little dog, with what tail he owned quite out of sight, coming scut- 
tling down the stairs, while behind him rolled and bounded a big 
bolster. “Stop, stop!” cried Jean in wild dismay. “Stop, Jacky! 

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You make such a noise Rachel will hear you, and you’ll scare Toddles 
into fits, and you’ll get all hurt up.” 

But it wasn’t till he reached the landing that Jacky could roll to 
safety. Then he sat up and felt to see if his legs were still stuck on 
the corners. 

“Noise!” he said disdainfully. “It was Toddles making all the 
noise. Feathers don’t rattle, silly! And there’s one good thing 
about them, they don’t hurt much when they hit, either. I had to 
tumble. I can’t walk down those big stairs. Really, you don’t know 
how high they are, Jean. Do get Toddles. He’s scared to death. 
And hold him while I roll the rest of the way. Stand from under.” 
And with a soft, bulgy lurch, Jacky threw himself on his side once 
more, gave a kick against the wall with his legs and went plumping 
on down the stairs. It was rather strange, to say the least, and Jean 
didn’t wonder Toddles was scared, though she talked to him, and ex- 
plained to him that it was really Jacky. And when he heard Jacky’s 
voice and sniffed a little at the queer legs Toddles decided not to howl, 
anyway, though he still declined to go very near to the strange white 
bundle, that began throwing itself down the stairs, accompanied at 
every bounce by smothered screams from Jean, who could not un- 
derstand why it didn’t hurt to fall, even if you were a bulgy bolster. 

At last the trouble was over, and with a last gasp Jacky bounced 

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heavily out the side door and lay panting on the grass, every separate 
little feather in his insides seeming to quiver by itself. 

“Hurry!” whispered Jean in a frightened voice. “Just imagine 
if Rachel should see us — or rather, see you. And you do look so 
awfully white against that green grass.” 

The children knew exactly where they were going — the only place, 
in fact, where they would be at all safe. The house next door was va- 
cant. In its garden was a little house that had once been used as an 
office by a doctor who had lived there. It was a pretty little place, 
with two small rooms and a big porch, but it was badly out of repair. 
The children had found one day, when they had escaped from Rachel, 
that not only could they open the shutters on the window that faced 
into the garden, away from their own home, but also the window 
itself. They had crawled in once, and had had a great time poking 
in the dusty cupboards, and trying the old chairs, and the broad 
couch, where so many of the doctor’s patients had lain. They knew 
no one would think of looking there, and went hurrying along, Jean 
carrying the heavy basket, while Toddles barked before her, and 
Jacky dodged as well as he was able from bush to bush. 

They reached the place safely, though Mrs. George Washington 
Caesar Tompkins did confide to her husband that night that the Ken- 
dall home was haunted by the most peculiar ghost she had ever heard 

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of, because it walked in the daytime — she had seen it behind the lilac 
bushes. 

At the little, old office, Jean waited till Jacky could help her with 
the window. 

“ But I can’t,” he wailed, as he flopped in a heap below it. “I can’t 
raise my arms at all. Wait till you’re all stuffed up with feathers. 
But say, you can stand on me, and that’ll make you tall enough. It 
won’t hurt. Can’t you remember I’m feathers? ” And he rolled into 
a heap, while Jean clambered gingerly up, frightened every second, 
as she felt her heavy little shoes sink into Jacky’s softness. 

But up went the window and in went Jean, only to come out again, 
to throw in Toddles and the basket, and then, with many shoves and 
pushes, the bulky form of Jacky, whose white case was already green 
in some places and black in others. He caught on a nail and tore the 
ticking that inclosed his feathers, and it hurt dreadfully. But some- 
how things didn’t seem so bad when feathers instead of blood came 
from the scratch, until Jean made matters worse by trying to fix him 
up with a pin. 

“As though it was fun to have any sort of skin stuck into,” said 
Jacky, when at last he was all whole again, and the only trace of his 
mishap could be seen in the down feathers that floated through the 
air, chased energetically by Toddles. 

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Then began a very long and dreary day for the children. At first 
Jean was the brave one, and comforted Jacky, and let him have more 
than his share of bananas and cookies. But after a while, when she 
could hear Rachel calling, and saw MaryanMartha run by looking so 
frightened and sorry, Jean broke down, and Jacky told her fairy 
stories, while she quite forbore to say “ Bosh ” even at the most impos- 
sible things. How could she say bosh when she was suffering from 
a fairy story herself? 

Toddles was a great nuisance, too. He would bark, and Jean made 
his small black nose sore by holding it when searchers were too near 
them. 

“We’d better have left him home,” said Jacky, crossly, after one 
sharp yelp that they were sure would betray them. 

“Yes, and have him find us first thing,” answered Jean. “ He can 
smell us out anywhere, and you know it. What I’m worried about is 
Rachel and the others. Wonder if they’ve telephoned to father? 
We’ve been mighty naughty, Jacky.” And then there was silence in 
the little office till Jean, looking up from an old magazine she had 
found, saw that Jacky was sound asleep, and Toddles was snoring 
beside him. 

“ Guess I will, too,” said Jean softly, “ and I’ll use Jacky as he was 
meant to be used. What’s the use of having a brother who’s a bolster 

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if you don’t use him?” and in a moment Jean was asleep, her smooth 
brown head resting easily on Jacky’s plump white sides. 

She woke with a start. It was dark in the little room, and a voice 
was exclaiming : “ Here, you, get off my stomach. How do you sup- 
pose a person’s going to breathe that way?” and her head rest sud- 
denly seemed strange and scratchy, and very energetic. 

“Why, Jacky,” she cried; “Jacky, what’s the matter?” 

“Nothin’s the matter, now. Matter’s all over. Sun’s down, and 
I’m backl Jinks, but it’s good to get out of those feathers. Come, 
let’s get out of here.” 

“Oh, dear,” sighed Jean. “You’ve changed. I wish I’d kept 
awake to see how you did it. I meant to. Did — did you see anything, 
Jacky?” 

“ Not a thing. Just felt kind of light and funny a minute, and then 
a lot of pricks, as if they’d pushed the feathers in instead of out, and 
then — why, there I was as good as new.” 

“ And now we’d better go home. I’m very sorry for father,” said 
Jean, and they hastily climbed out of the window and went scurrying 
across the lawn. 


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E next morning Jacky and Jean were not quite so 
eager to get at the bird cage. For one thing they 
had had a great many explanations to make the 
evening before — explanations which their father 
and Rachel had not seemed to understand at all. 
Though father had not punished them and they 
were pretty sure he had been almost crying when they came tumbling 
into the study, where Rachel was trying to explain to a couple of po- 
licemen when and where she had seen the children last, still they knew 
that another disappearance would be dangerous, at least. 

“We’ll have to arrange with the sparrow,” said Jacky, who had 
absolute faith in his fairy. “ He can fix some way. Get dummies 
in our places, or make Rachel forget she hasn’t seen me, or something 

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like that. He’ll fix it.” And Jacky departed to his breakfast, feeling 
very happy. It’s a great relief to be a boy, after you’ve tried being a 
bolster. 

When at last they got out the battered bird cage they handled it very 
gingerly, and Jacky insisted that it be set all by itself on the edge of 
the window seat, while they both went ten steps away, and stayed 
there. 

“ I’m not going to Have any more accidents,” he said, “ and I tell 
you what, Jean, it’s my turn wishing.” 

“ But I didn’t mean ” began Jean. 

“I know you didn’t, Jean, but just the same you did, you know. 
And it was me had to be the bolster. I think it’s my turn, of course.” 

“What are you going to wish?” she asked, after Jacky had sat all 
screwed up in a bunch for fully five minutes, with his eyes on the bird 
cage. 

“To be a pirate,” said Jacky so suddenly that Jean jumped. Then 
he walked over and rubbed the cage. Rubbed it hard. There wasn’t 
a bit of mystery this time. There was no darkness at all. They didn’t 
have time even to shut their eyes, when presto, there was the sparrow, 
not in the cage this time, but tiptoeing on the window sill, and saying 
good morning in the cheeriest way. 

“Rather a joke on you yesterday, wasn’t it?” he said with a wink 

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as he came in. “I’m only sorry that it happened to you, Jacky, in- 
stead of to Jean here. She’s the one that needs the lessons in believing. 
Well, what can I do for you today? Got your minds all made up?” 

“ I’ve made up mine,” said J acky. “ Jean doesn’t count today. She 
had her wish yesterday, you know. But say, we want you to fix some- 
thing for us.” 

“Ah, yes, the little matter of the dummies,” said the sparrow gayly. 
“ I remember, you were talking about that before breakfast. How 
do I know? My dear Jean, don’t you believe anything yet? How 
do I know Jacky isn’t pinching your hand this minute to make you 
keep still, he’s so afraid I’ll be offended and go away? There, there, 
don’t get so red about it. You can’t help being of a practical and 
nonbelieving mind, I suppose. Born that way, poor girl. But we’ll 
try to train you differently. Come on, Jacky, tell me your wish, and 
I’ll take care of Rachel. What do you want?” 

“Want to be a really-truly story-book pirate.” And Jacky’s blue 
eyes snapped. 

“Hum — a really-truly story-book pirate. They’re rather differ- 
ent from the really-truly ones, you know. But here goes, and if you 
don’t like it, don’t blame me. Good morning, sir,” and then with a 
funny giggle the sparrow fluttered away. It seemed to Jacky and 
Jean that his wings made a great deal of noise, and then suddenly 

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Jean fell plump against her brother, and the two sat suddenly down 
on — not the nursery floor, as they expected, but on the deck of a ship! 

“ My 1 ” said J ean in a strange little awe-stricken voice. “ The wish 
has come true — and oh, Jacky, how funny you look! ” 

“No funnier than you,” said Jacky, and then they looked at each 
other and laughed. J acky had on a crimson velvet coat with tails, and 
the lace ruffles in the sleeves, that came way down over his hands. He 
had a canary-colored waistcoat and tight-fitting breeches, just a little 
darker, with flashing buckles at each knee and in the rosettes that 
graced each square, low-cut shoe. There was a sword at his side, 
that got tangled up most inconveniently in his legs, and a cocked hat 
on his head. His blond hair had grown long and was tied up neatly 
with a black ribbon. 

Jean was quite as gorgeous. She was arrayed in silks and satins, 
too, with a great, plumed hat upon her head, quite covering her 
smooth brown hair, which was piled up into an astonishing number 
of rolls and puffs. 

“ Oh, goody! ” she cried, as she gazed down at her small self. “ It’s 
a long skirt! Oh, goody! See it swish.” And across the deck she 
went, her head twisted about in a truly wonderful manner, so she 
could see the train sweeping out behind her. 

“Look out!” cried Jacky. But he was too late. Jean came full 

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tilt into something, or somebody, and the next moment found herself 
sitting flat on the boards, gazing into the eyes of the most astonishing 
person she had ever seen. 

He was a little, weazened-up man, with a very large head and 
very long arms. He had a shock of red hair, black eyes, a yellow 
handkerchief twisted around his forehead, and most astounding of 
all, a belt that fairly bristled with big knives and large, odd-looking 
pistols. 

“Who under the sun are you?” demanded Jean, rather frightened, 
but still self possessed. 

“ Blitherin’ Bill, yer leddyship,” replied the man with a pull at the 
lock oi hair hanging down from under his handkerchief. 

“And — and who am I?” went on Jean, determined to have things 
straightened out. 

“The cap’n’s sister, yer leddyship,” replied Blithering Bill, with a 
rather astonished expression, and he jerked his head respectfully 
towards Jacky, who swelled with pride till his sword swung round 
and tickled his legs and made him jump. 

All this time Jean had been carefully working her small person 
round and round in a vain endeavor to get up, but it was of no use. 
Her feet were hopelessly tied up in her train, and budge them she 
couldn’t. 


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“Oh, my I” she wailed. “Help me.” 

“ Jacky and Blithering Bill both ran to her rescue, and pulled her 
up, red and panting. 

The men quite cringed to Jacky, whom they evidently considered 
the greatest and best man in the world, and to Jean’s horror Blith- 
ering Bill entertained her with stories of the wild things he had done, 
the number of ships he had burned and the many men whom he had 
taken prisoners. 

Practical Jean found it hard to remember that it was all make be- 
lieve, anyhow, and couldn’t tell whether to be angry at the man for 
saying such things or not. Sometimes she almost believed them, un- 
til she remembered yesterday. 

But as Uncle Jerry was always telling them, “ the worst was yet to 
come.” While they sat in state eating a dinner that was queerly 
cooked and most elaborately served, there was suddenly a great noise 
upon the deck, and in another moment Blithering Bill came hurry- 
ing down the cabin stairs, pulling frantically at his hair, and announc- 
ing, “ Ship in sight, sir. Barquentine, merchantman, sir — the Sally 
Ann, from Glasgow, with four guns.” 

Jacky’s face grew red. 

“ Pipe all the men to arms,” he commanded, in a queer, high voice. 
“ Man the guns. Haul up the black flag and give chase. Bill, get out 

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the cutlasses. Boy, my breast plate. Tell the men they shall have 
plum duff for supper, and one-thirty-third of the booty to divide 
among themselves if they fight well. Fall to, all ! ” And before Jean 
could get her mouth properly open to talk he was off up the stairs, 
and she found him pacing the deck, arms folded, forehead frowning, 
very fierce and warlike. 

^‘Jacky!” she cried, tripping over her train as she ran to him, 
“Jacky, you aren’t really going to fight, Jacky! They’re getting the 
guns ready. You won’t fire them? Not really?” 

But to her utter surprise Jacky’s only answer was to call more or- 
ders to the men, who were hurrying about like ants in an ant hill put- 
ting up more big white sails and loading the clumsy cannon, while 
in the distance they could see the small black people on the other 
ship doing the very same things. 

“Oh, Jacky, dear,” and Jean caught at his sword as he went by 
her, “ you won’t really fight, will you? You remember father scolded 
so, and mother cried, when you fought Jamie Jones. And this is so 
much worse, ’cause you’re making other folks fight, too.” 

“ Bosh ! ” and J acky gave a very high and mighty toss to his head. 
“You’re a silly! I’m a pirate, and who ever heard of pirates that 
didn’t fight? I’d like to know why they invented the Jolly Roger 
at all if it wasn’t for fighting. If you don’t like it just go down in 

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the sitting-room — the cabin, I mean, and stay there. Hi, there, tack 
to starboard and set the flying jib.” 

Jean almost sobbed as she went away. “I don’t like being in a 
fairy story,” she sobbed. “ I don’t like it one bit. And Jacky doesn’t 
know a thing about boats. I believe he’s giving these orders all 
wrong, and if we don’t fight those other folks and kill them, why 
we’ll be wrecked ourselves.” 

The Sally Ann was much nearer now. They could see the people 
quite plainly, and then suddenly plump, a big cannon ball from their 
own ship fell right beside her, and the water flew up in a way that 
reminded Jean of Niagara, just for a moment. When it calmed down 
again, Jean gasped. For there was Jacky, standing by the rail and 
looking at least three times as big and important as usual. 

He told them he was Jolly Jack, the Terror of the Sea, and they 
looked frightened at the very name. And then, when the two ships 
came together, there was Jacky, as smiling as you please, all ready and 
waiting to help the ladies aboard his own ship, while he gave orders 
to have all the men put in irons and taken down in the hold. 

“ Thet’s alius the way. They just trembles at his name,” whispered 
Blithering Bill, as he passed Jean, and cast an admiring glance at 
his captain. “They ain’t much gunpowder wasted on this boat! Not 

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nowadays. Our reputation’s made, an’ we’ve been writ up so much^ 
all we hev to do is to stand around and rake in the cash.” 

Jacky was on board the other vessel, looking over the piles of 
things that his sailors were bringing up on the deck. There were 
rolls of silks and velvets, casks brimming with golden coins, plates 
and mugs and dishes of solid, heavy silver, and one casket filled with 
shining diamonds and rubies and pearls — the loveliest stones that 
Jean had ever seen. 

“Oh, me! Oh, my!” she cried, sinking down and gathering her 
arms full of beautiful things. “ If it isn’t all just like a story book — 
every bit!” 

“ Of course it is,” said Jacky. “ I know what I’m about, when I’m 
wishing. What ho, minions ! Carry these treasures to my own ship, 
throw overboard the guns and then let these people have their vessel 
back.” 

“I’m sure I don’t know what to do with her,” he added to Jean. 
“One boat is quite enough. Say, Jean, won’t we astonish folks when 
we go home? We’ll take mother these silks and things, and father 
can have the silver stuff, and you can have the Jewels, and I’ll take 
the money — that is, if we go home at all. I like being a pirate so 
much, I think I’ll just go on wishing it every day. It’s lots nicer to 
order folks around than to be ordered.” 


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Jean looked doubtful. 

“I don’t know,” she said, “I think — but oh, Jacky, what’ll we do 
about the bird cage? We can’t wish anything without that. And 
how’ll we get it if we don’t go home? ” 

Jacky looked desperate. “I won’t go,” he said. “I’m just going 
to stay here and be a really-truly story-book pirate all the days of 
my life. I’m never going to do anything else — so there,” and he 
brought his sword down with a whack on the deck. It was his own 
deck and he surely had a right to whack it if he chose. 

But a loud, commanding voice suddenly sounded in his ear. “Now, 
see heah, John Livingston Kendall, doan you go whackin’ the flo’ that 
way — you’ll knock holes in it.” 

It was Rachel’s voice! Jacky jumped, and Jean gave a little 
scream of dismay. They were not on the deck of the pirate ship at 
all. The jewels had melted from Jean’s hands, the sword was gone 
from Jacky’s side. Rachel saw only two tired, sleepy children as she 
came hurrying toward them. 

“Time to get cleaned up,” she said. “ It’s sundown, an’ you’ pa’ll 
be along presently.” 


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IjACKY was so extremely glum that evening at tea, 
that Rachel insisted on giving him codliver oil 
afterwards. She said his glumness wasn’t natural 
— that they had both been too quiet all day, but 
that the color in Jean’s cheeks saved her from a 
dose. It was the only hint they ever had about the 
“doubles” the Mysterious Sparrow had provided for them, because, 
of course, they did not dare ask any questions. Ordinary everyday 
boys and girls are supposed to know what they do during the day 
without being told, and of course Rachel would never understand that 
they were not ordinary. 

By morning, however, Jacky felt better, and it was with deep re- 
gret that he acknowledged that it was Jean’s turn to wish. 

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“ Only,” he remarked, as he backed away from her, where she sat 
with the cage in her hands, “for goodness sake, think first. Don’t 
have any more bolster wishes, Jean. I really couldn’t stand it.” 

“Oh, we’ll be all right,” said Jean calmly. “My mind is made 
up. If you remember, when the sparrow first asked us, you said you 
wanted to be a pirate, and I said I wanted to be poor. You’ve had 
your wish. Now I’m going to have mine.” And she gave the cage 
a rub that left a big bright spot on its battered sides. 

Quick as a flash the Sparrow was there. 

“Well,” he chirped, “better luck this time, eh? But it’s a lucky 
thing you let Jean wish today, my young man. One of the firmest 
rules of fairy wishing is, no wish twice. You’ve had your first and 
last day as a pirate, so far as I’m concerned. Of course, maybe you 
can get some one else to accommodate you some day. Well, what is it 
now? To be poor? Very unusual — ^very unusual, indeed. Quite 
wonderful, in fact, but here you go!” and before the words were out 
of his mouth the children saw the walls melting away. The Mother 
Goose pictures seemed to be having a race to see which could get 
away first, the thick green rug slipped out from under them as 
though it had been buttered, and suddenly their feet rested on a 
floor that felt like that out in the kitchen, only not quite so smooth 

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and not nearly so clean, and Jean saw that their clothes had changed 
again, too. 

Jacky was barefoot. He had on a ragged cap and dark blue shirt 
waist, with a string of a red tie around his neck, and trousers that 
seemed too large for him, and were certainly badly patched. 

As for Jean, she had on shoes, of a kind, though as she remarked, it 
wasn’t a very good kind. Her stockings did not match, and her dress 
was torn. You wouldn’t have known her for Jean at all, if it had not 
been for her two tight little pale brown braids. 

“Well,” said Jean, “I did say poor, but I didn’t say very poor. I 
guess we’re the poorest there is, Jacky.” 

“I guess we are,” replied Jack cheerfully. “They might have 
given us a room with more than one window. But, after all, what’s 
the difference? We’re poor! We don’t have to stay in one room all 
the time with somebody guarding us, just like we were babies. We 
can go out. Whoopee, there’s marbles in my pockets! Come on, if 
you don’t want to be left. I’m going with the boys,” and Jacky’s 
bare feet fairly twinkled out of the door. 

Jean stayed behind. She was a born housekeeper. Nothing did 
she like so well as to pretend she was housekeeping, and Here was a 
chance to do it, really and truly. 

The room was not very clean. Jean went over to the closet an'd 

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looked in. There was a broom, not as nice as the one Maryan Martha 
used, but still a broom. Jean had hoped for a little one with a red 
handle like that used by the girl who lived in the next street, but 
she had forgotten to mention it in her wish. So she took the larger 
one, and bravely set out to sweep the room. 

She started in well, but the broom was hard to manage, and fi- 
nally the handle flew up and hit her in the chin, and she put it down. 

“I know,’’ she cried, “I must get dinner! Of course there isn’t 
any cook. What fun!” and she ran to the cupboard. 

There was a loaf of bread, rather dry, as she found when she 
poked it, some potatoes, a bowl of beans and — nothing else. 

“Oh, dear,” said Jean. “T didn’t wish I was Mother Hubbard. 
It’s a lucky thing Toddles isn’t along. What would he say? Why, 
he can’t exist without chicken bones every day of his life. I’ll have 
to go and buy some dinner. That’s plain. And I’ll look up Jacky on 
the way.” 

But when she got outside she quite forgot dinner. For there were 
babies — real live babies! Cousin Alice had a baby, but it was not 
much good. It always had so much lace on, you couldn’t see any- 
thing but it’s head, and when Jean tried to touch it, somebody al- 
ways said, “Look out, dear — ^you’ll let him fall. Nurse, please take 
Master Harold away.” And he went, just as Jean was longing to 

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feel him, and hug him, and look into the soft blue eyes, and make 
him smile and show his dimple. 

But these — these were babies that were babies. They were crawl- 
ing all about, rather dirty to be sure, but friendly, and could be 
petted for the asking. 

The first Jean met might have been Harold, with a few clothes off, 
and a right cheek dimple instead of a left. She had him in her arms 
in a minute, and after one big hug, turned to the other little girls 
with, “ Oh, now let’s play house, and pretend I’m your mother, and 
you’re all my children, only this is the littlest and sweetest.” 

Never had Jean had such a happy time before. She could see 
Jacky down the street. He had won a lot of marbles, and his face 
was as dirty as his heart could desire, and his hair all in a “wopse” 
over his forehead. Jean didn’t worry about him. 

The only thing she did worry about was dinner, and that not till 
a mother or two appeared, and called the other children in. Then 
she and Jacky met in the middle of the street — that place always for- 
bidden them before — and discussed matters. 

“ You really don’t suppose, do you,” said Jean, “ that the Mysterious 
Sparrow is going to make us go hungry?” 

“ Course not,” and Jacky stuck his nose in the air in a very superior 

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fashion. “Didn’t you say there was bread and beans and potatoes? 
Can’t you cook the potatoes? Let’s try.” 

So back they went, and Jean worked hard over the old rusty stove. 
She got up a fire, and Jacky peeled the potatoes, and she put them in 
water, just as she had seen Zillah do. 

But though they boiled and boiled and boiled, the potatoes were 
not very good, because, you see, Jean did not know that the water 
should be boiling first, and she had put them in when it was cold. 
They ate a little bread, but it was rather hard, and the tears were 
very near Jean’s eyes. 

“ I wish I’d said just how poor,” she murmured. “ I didn’t want 
to starve, even for a day. Just think, Jacky, if it was for always.” 

Jacky looked serious, but the next minute his face brightened. 
“Jean,” he cried, “there’s a dime in my pocket. We can get lots for 
a dime! Cream waffles, and those funny little sausages they called 
^wienies.’ I heard the boys telling about them. Come on.” 

And Rachel would have fainted ten minutes later, could she have 
seen her two treasured charges, dirty and ragged, standing by the 
gutter, eating cream waffles from one hand, and holding big rolls 
stuffed with hot little wienerwurst sausages in the other. 

“Um-um, aren’t they good?” muttered Jean, between bites. 

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Bully,” said Jack, and grinned. It was fun to use that word, and 
not be scolded for slanginess. 

After that they roamed about the street as happily as could be. 

They did not remember where their room was, and they did not 
care, because they knew they would not have to find it after sundown, 
and though they were happy as they were, they rejoiced to think they 
would have their own beds to sleep in. 

But late in the afternoon, they wished they had remembered the 
street and number. Jean was drowsy from much walking and excite- 
ment, and they wandered into a park, sat down on a bench, and were 
soon asleep, propped up against each other’s shoulders. They never 
thought of being disturbed — especially by a policeman. They had 
never learned to be afraid of the big, blue-coated men, who helped 
them across crowded streets so nicely when they were with mother 
or Rachel. 

But it was a very different sort of policeman who began to shake 
them up and down. 

“See here,” he said, when he had them fairly awake, “you can’t 
sleep here. Where do you live?” 

“No. II Anstruther road,” said Jacky, quite forgetting. 

Now, Anstruther road was a very handsome street, indeed, and the 
policeman laughed. 


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“ Can’t fool me like that,” he said gruffly. “Wake up and tell the 
truth if you can. This ain’t no fairy story.” 

“Oh, but it is,” began Jacky, when Jean stopped him. 

“What’s the use, Jacky?” she whispered, and then, “Please, sir, 
we’ve forgotten our address, but we’ll find it.” 

“ Oh, no, you won’t. You can’t pick up lost addresses like lost pins, 
young lady. You’re vagrants. You’re coming with me. March!” 
And grabbing their shoulders again, the big policeman whirled them 
around and started, pushing them before him. 

“Oh, please,” wailed Jean. She had heard about a home for 
vagrant children. Mother sent their old clothes there and Cousin 
Alice sat on some sort of a board they had up there. 

She most certainly did not wish to go there, and she began to cry. 
Jacky bit his lips hard and thought of trying to duck and run. But 
he couldn’t get Jean away, too, and was too much of a gentleman 
to leave her. 

On they went, everybody looking at them, and pointing in a most 
unpleasant way, till they came to a big, grim place, with “ Precinct 
No. 3” in stone letters over the door. It was the police station, but 
they did not know that, because they did not know there were any 
such things. They thought it was the home, and that was bad 
enough. But what was much worse, when the doors swung open, 

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there was Cousin Alice, talking to a big woman in a tight black dress 
and white apron. 

“ Here’s two for you now, ma’am,” the woman said, and Cousin 
Alice turned and bent her glasses down harder on her nose, as she 
always did when she wished to look at something very closely. 

Jacky and Jean clung together in speechless terrror, but Cousin 
Alice never knew them at all! How could she, with all that dirt on 
their faces, and in those clothes? In addition to which. Cousin Alice 
was quite sure that at that moment Jacky and Jean were being 
scrubbed for supper in the regulation fashion by Rachel. 

She stepped up to the policeman and talked to him, jerking her 
elbows at the children now and then. 

All of a sudden she nodded violently, and going over to them, took 
a shoulder in each thin hand and began to hurry them along much as 
the policeman had done. 

“ I’ll take them right in my carriage,” she was saying, and was well 
on toward the carriage door, which John, the wooden-faced footman, 
was holding, when of a sudden Jacky whispered to Jean, there were 
two sharp little wrenches, one scream from Cousin Alice, four feet 
went flying down the street and John forgot to be wooden as he went 
after them. 


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They weren’t very good runners, and there is no telling what might 
have happened, had not the sun suddenly gone down. 

Still panting hard from the run, they found themselves sitting in 
the middle of the nursery floor, with the Mother Goose pictures all 
in position again, and Toddles barking frantically at them. 

“ My, that was risky,” said Jean, and Jacky nodded sorrowfully, as 
he gazed at the neat brown shoes and stockings that were now upon 
his feet. 

“Supper smells good,” he said slowly. “But it was fun being 
poor.” 


CHAPTER VI 


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ACKY and Jean were very much afraid that 
Cousin Alice had recognized them after all, and 
that they would have an unpleasant time explain- 
ing things when she next came to see them. But 
as that evening passed, and the next morning, they 
began to feel safer, though it was two days before 
they dared take out the bird cage and wish again. 

'‘Because,” as Jean said wisely, “if she’s going to make a fuss we 
want to be here to do our own talking. We can’t trust things to 
the dummies.” 

But Cousin Alice never came, and when they heard that she had 
taken the baby and gone to the seashore, they drew a deep sigh of 
relief, and prepared for another adventure next day. 

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“We might wish to be grown up/’ Jacky suggested, but Jean 
shook her head. 

“ No, thanks ; not yet! I had all the long skirts I want for a while, 
that day we were pirates. And it’s such hot weather, I couldn’t stand 
them now at all. You wouldn’t like high collars, either. Let’s 
think of something else.” 

“It is hot,” sighed Jacky. “What’s the use of wishing for ice 
cream or lemonade, though, for we get enough ; and just one day up 
in the mountains wouldn’t do much good.” 

“And Cousin Alice is at the seashore,” said Jean. Then she 
jumped up with a sudden little squeal. “ I have an idea,” she cried; 
“ let’s be mermaids.” 

Now Jean felt very proud of that suggestion. A month before it 
would never have entered her practical little head. She felt she 
was learning to be like Jacky, and was surprised when he frowned. 
She soon discovered why. 

“ I can’t,” he muttered. “ I won’t be a girl, even in a fairy story, 
and there aren’t any merboys that I ever heard of.” 

Jean giggled. “Oh, I guess there are,” she said cheerfully; “ any- 
how, we can easily find out.” And before Jack could object, she had 
rubbed the cage and the mysterious Sparrow was sitting on the perch 
winking at them. 


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“Merboys?” it began, before they had even a chance to explain 
matters. “Why, of course there are merboys. Plenty of them. 
What would the dogfish do if there weren’t any boys about — not to 
mention the mermaids themselves? Now, do I really understand 
that this is a wish?” 

“Yes!” cried Jean excitedly, not looking at Jacky’s doubtful face, 
and presto, change! There was a funny twisty feeling in her legs, a 
twitch of her braids, and then a delicious coolness. 

She was floating lazily just under the crest of a big green wave, and 
her feet were turned into a long, slender tail, that switched back and 
forth just enough to keep her afloat, while her hair swept out all 
around her, and in one hand she held a golden comb. 

“ Oh, that’s so,” she murmured to herself. “ Mermaids do spend 
a lot of time combing their hair. How silly. It can’t be much fun. 
If the comb wasn’t so pretty I’d throw it away.” 

“Well, don’t throw it my way,” said a voice in her ear, and as she 
rolled over she laughed. Jacky was so strange and fishy. 

“Jinks, what fun,” He cried. “Jean, you did the right thing this 
time. I’ll forgive you the bolster wish. Isn’t it cool — and just as 
pretty. Come on, let’s go walking — swimming I mean — and see 
what we can see.” 

Off they went through the clear water. Above them were all sorts 

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of dancing, sparkling lights where the sun was shining on the waves 
and now and then there would be a heavy black shadow and they 
knew that they were under a ship. 

The fishes paid not the slightest attention to them besides getting 
out of their way. Jean was terribly afraid of a big sword fish who 
glared at them from the side of a seaweed-covered hill, where he was 
resting. But J acky had picked up a rough stick of coral with shining 
pink knobs, and flourished it grandly. 

“I’ll look after you, Jean,” he said, and a fat old lobster laughed 
at the important manner of the youngster till his eyes bulged quite 
out of his head. 

But they got a trifle lonesome after a while. They wanted to see 
other mermaids and merboys, and they could not find any. It wasn’t 
till they came whack against a great soft black thing, that turned out 
to be a whale, that they thought of asking anyone. 

The whale rolled over, nearly catching them under his big body, 
threw a lot of water about, and winked sleepily. 

“What are you doing, roaming around in school hours?” he de- 
manded. 

“Oh!” cried Jean, excitedly, “do merchildren go to school?” and 
the whale looked very much disgusted. 

“Certainly,” he responded; “where have you been all your life? 

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All fish go in schools — look in your dictionaries. And merchildren 
are fish, aren’t they? Look at your tails. Now swim along, and 
don’t bother.” And with another great snort the whale went sound 
asleep again. 

Jacky tried to wake him and ask him where the school was, but 
the old whale merely grunted and would not wake. 

“ I suppose we’ll have to find out for ourselves,” said Jean. “ There 
doesn’t seem to be anyone about but crabs and lobsters, and they go 
so slowly they wouldn’t be any good as guides. Why, what’s that?” 
for suddenly the water was full of all sorts of swimming things. 
There were small fish and large ones, tumbling and leaping here and 
there, and going along in the center was a prim little group of mer- 
maids, each one carrying her gold comb in one hand and a book in 
the other, while merboys went dashing around, playing tricks with 
them, and throwing seaweed balls at each other, just as Jacky and 
his mates threw snowballs in winter. 

“Where are you going?” cried Jacky, catching one of the boys by 
the tip of his tail. 

“ Home to dinner,” answered the youngster, and then as he turned 
to look, “Why, you’re a new boy, aren’t you? Where do you live? 
Come home to dinner with me if you like — and your sister, too. I’ve 
got a sister — little one. Too little to come to school. You coming? 

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There’s an old porpoise teaching us now. He does an awful lot of 
blowing. Here we are. Come in.” 

Jacky and Jean had not been able to answer one of the many 
questions, but they followed him through a tall gateway, into the 
prettiest garden you ever saw. There was seaweed of all sorts and 
colors, growing along the wall, and in great beds. The walls them- 
selves were of pink coral, and the house was of white. Three or 
four dogfishes came out to meet them, and at the door was a plump, 
comfortable merwoman, with a little merbaby in her arms. 

She smiled at Jacky and Jean as though she had expected them 
to come at that very moment, and nothing could have pleased her 
more than their arrival. As they went into the dining-room, Jean 
could see two sea urchins putting extra plates on the table, and won- 
dered how they were to sit down, as there wasn’t a chair in sight. 
She saw soon enough, when they all went in, and the rest curled 
their tails up into neat little hassocks and sat upon them. Jean tried 
to do the same thing, and to her surprise did it easily. 

They had very good things to eat, though what they were Jean 
couldn’t tell, and, what seemed strange, no one asked any questions 
at all. It seemed odd to Jacky and Jean, who would have been very 
curious, indeed, if two strange children had come home to their house 
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After dinner they went through the house, and Jean and Jacky saw 
the pretty rooms, decorated with coral, the polished sea shells they 
used for looking glasses, the great soft banks of sponges that served 
as beds, and the pictures that hung on the walls. “Why,” cried 
Jean, looking at them sharply, “they’re water colors.” 

“Of course,” said the merboy. “Where would you expect to find 
water colors if not in the water? You don’t think those silly people 
up on dry land have them, do you?” and Jean had to bite her tongue 
to keep from tellling him a great many things that would have sur- 
prised him had he heard them. 

They went back to school, and the fat porpoise looked at them over 
his spectacles, grunted, much as the old whale had done, showed 
them where they could sit down and went on with the lessons, until 
three o’clock, when they all went tumbling out into the waves again. 

Then some one cried, “ Let’s go to Atlantic City!” 

That was where Cousin Alice was, but if she had not known Jacky 
and Jean as ragamuffins, she very likely would not recognize them as 
merchildren, so they swam along with the rest. 

“ It’s such fun,” a little yellow haired mergirl said to Jean; “those 
land people do such strange things in the water. They puff and they 
blow, as whales do, when they get under it at all, and when they do 
swim they kick in such a peculiar way. You’ll laugh so when you 

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see them. And it’s fun to tweak those little pink things they call toes. 
Toes instead of tails ; isn’t that funny? ” and she threw back her pretty 
head and laughed till Jean couldn’t help laughing, too, while Jacky 
whispered in her ear, “My, I’d like to have a chance at tweaking 
Cousin Alice’s toes, wouldn’t you?” 

The strangest part of that was, he had the chance. For Cousin 
Alice was in bathing. She had a very pretty new crimson suit, and 
crimson stockings, and a pretty little cap, and she really looked very 
nice indeed — only, she was telling everyone she did not want to go 
into the water! 

The merchildren, riding in and out just under the crest of the 
waves, laughed at her, and then, as she started to go in, they suddenly 
caught her, and pulled her right into the water, Jacky and Jean help- 
ing, and before she could catch her breath. Cousin Alice was all wet, 
and when a big man jumped in and helped her out she told everyone 
it was the undertow. But it wasn’t — it was the wicked merchildren, 
helped by naughty Jacky and Jean. 

The man seemed to suspect something, for he went and got a big 
net and began poking around in the water with it. 

“Oh, hurry!” cried the little merchildren. “ He’ll catch you!” 

But Jacky and Jean were not used to their tails yet, and could not 
manage them very well, and before they could get away, they were 

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caught. Jacky tore at the meshes of the net with his hands, and 
Jean used her broken comb to try and cut them, but it was no use. 
They were caught and the man hauled them up and looked at them 
in a queer, squinty way that showed them he was very near sighted. 
Old Mr. Pettinger looked at things just so. 

This man held the net very close, and then poked Jacky with his 
finger. 

“Remarkable,” he murmured, “very remarkable. I must pre- 
serve these specimens till I can get hold of Prof. Brown, and bring 
my microscope. I’m sure I’ve discovered a strange new sea animal.” 

“Strange new sea animal, indeed!” said Jacky, angrily, but the 
man did not hear him. He had found an old can and was filling 
it with sea water, and the next thing they knew, he had popped them 
in, and was off across the beach as fast as he could go. 

“What will we do when he comes back?” wailed Jean, crying so 
much that there was an extra amount of water in the can. “ He’ll 
poke us and do all sorts of horrid things.” 

Two very miserable children waited for the man to come back, 
and when they heard his voice, Jean cried again. But Jacky gave 
a little shout of delight. For just as the man leaned down, took 
hold of him, and began something about the strange specimens he 
had found, the sun went down behind the great wide ocean. Jacky 

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slipped through the big brown fingers with a wriggle and looked 
at Jean, as she sat in the nursery window seat, still crying a little. 

“My, that pinched!” and Jacky sucked his thumb hard while 
down on the beach a disappointed gentleman was telling of the very 
strange things he was sure he had put in that can not an hour before, 
while the famous Prof. Brown stood laughing at him, and saying 
that he must have had a sunstroke. 

“Another narrow escape,” whispered Jacky, as Rachel cut the cake 
for supper. 


CHAPTER VII 


Mbat IDappeneb to /Ibiss 
Ibecbenboffetr 



[OR a day or two after their marine experience 
Jacky and Jean did not have any wishes. Uncle 
Jerry came to stay with them, and Uncle Jerry 
was enough to make them happy without any help 
from the fairies. 

But the day after he went away, they were very 
blue and mournful, indeed, and they thought that they needed some- 
thing to cheer them up. 

They thought so all the more when they heard the doorbell ring 
violently just after breakfast, and MaryanMartha’s voice came 
faintly through the nursery door saying “Yes’m — yes. Miss Heck- 
enboflfer. The children are quite well, thank you. Just lay your 
things off and go right up, ma’am.” 

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Jacky and Jean looked at each other in despair. It was dreadful 
to lose Uncle Jerry — but to have Miss Heckenboffer as their next 
visitor was too much. If there was any one on earth whom they dis- 
liked more than they did Miss Heckenboffer, they did not know 
who it was. 

This was really too bad, as Miss Heckenboffer was very much 
interested in them. She had been Cousin Alice’s governess, and had 
taught mother for three years, too. Father had been overheard to 
say that he really couldn’t blame Cousin Alice for being what she 
was after a life-long course of Miss Heckenboffer, and that he was 
sure mother only escaped the contaminating influence because she 
only had it three years, and was too sweet to be spoiled anyway. 

Uncle Jerry had laughed, and so had mother, though she shook 
her finger at him and said he should not talk so. That Miss Heck- 
enboffer meant well, and was a very conscientious and hard working 
woman. Whereat father had said : “True — all true — and so much 
the worse for us.” 

Jacky and Jean had not understood the big words, but they were 
sure father knew how they felt, and they agreed with him in every- 
thing, whether they knew just what he meant or not. He had said no 
when Miss Heckenboffer wanted to come and teach them. She said 
she loved mother and Cousin Alice so much, she felt as if she must 


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teach their children. Cousin Alice said that was a very sweet 
sentiment, and she and mother had almost looked angry when he told 
them he wouldn’t use up any of Miss Heckenboffer’s energy on his 
children — she could save it all for Harold, when he grew up. 

Jacky and Jean had been very sorry for Harold ever since and a 
little sorry for themselves. Because, though they had the dearest 
little teacher, who came every day, and whom they loved. Miss 
Heckenboffer came often, too, as, she said, to see that their education, 
moral and mental, was being properly conducted. And she worried 
them. 

Now, as they heard her come puffing up the stairs, they looked at 
each other with wide, frightened eyes. 

“Hurry, Jean,” whispered Jacky. “Wish us away — somewhere, 
anywhere. Hurry!” 

But Jean held the bird cage without rubbing it. 

“She’d suspect us, Jacky,” she whispered back. “She’d know 
about the dummies right away. She’d see through anything, and 
tell such awful stories about us afterward, and blame everything on 
father — you know she would. She does that every time we’re 
naughty. We’ve got to stand it.” 

“Oh, dear!” and Jacky’s voice grew louder. “I just wish 

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could make her do things our way.” And as he said it he leaned over 
and gave the cage a quick, hard rub. 

Jean jumped, and there came a queer little twittery laugh from the 
window sill. 

They hardly saw the Mysterious Sparrow at all, as he bobbed in, 
chirruped “All right. Enjoy yourselves,” and flew away, laughing 
so that his plump body waggled from side to side as he went. 

Before the children could get the bird cage back in the window 
seat, Miss Heckenboffer was upon them. 

She was puffing a little, for the stairway was rather long, and she 
was rather heavy. But her eyes were as sharp and gray as ever — 
like penknives, Jacky thought — her spectacles as bright, her nose as 
pink at the tip, and her pompadour as high and hard. 

Mother’s hair always lay up in soft, pretty folds, that made you 
want to run your fingers through, but Jean always wondered how 
Miss Heckenboffer managed to make hers look so tight and solid 
when it wasn’t braided. 

The first thing she did was to pounce upon the old bird cage. Her 
“good morning” was so hurried they were hardly certain she said it 
at all, but the rest was plain enough. 

“My dear children! Why, with all your elegant and expensive 
toys, are you playing with a bird cage that is not only old, but bat- 

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tered and dirty? Give it to me this instant, and I will speak to 
Rachel. She is neglecting you, I see, while your mother is away. It 
is disgraceful.” 

“ She’s not neglecting us at all,” said Jean stoutly, “ and you shan’t 
take our cage ! ” 

Miss Heckenboffer’s eyes opened very wide indeed, and she drew 
herself up very tall. 

“Such impertinence ” she began, and Jacky thought that for 

the first time the Mysterious Sparrow had deserted them. 

But as Miss Heckenboffer spoke there was a change. She seemed 
to wilt somehow, and she forgot what she was saying. Then a wor- 
ried look came into her eyes and she pattted the cage softly. 

“No, no,” she said, “ it’s a pretty cage and Rachel is very good.” 

Jean sat down suddenly on the floor and stared, but Jacky gave a 
great whoop and turned a somersault. 

They could tell that Miss Heckenboffer wanted to scold him as 
she always did when he was boyish. But to their own delight and her 
evident surprise she only smiled and said: “Oh, Jacky, how fine. 
Do it some more.” 

It was too much, and Jacky and Jean laughed. Not so Miss 
Heckenboffer. Her eyes were very angry, though her mouth went 
on smiling in a really silly way. 


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She got up and tried to walk stiffly out of the room, but instead 
she skipped as well as such a squarely built person could skip, and 
though she tried two or three times to get out into the hall, her feet 
simply wouldn’t go. They kept carrying her round and round the 
room till at last she fell panting on the window seat. 

“Say, you’re awfully jolly today,” said Jacky. “We like you 
better’n we ever have before. Let’s play hide and seek.” 

“All right,” said Miss Heckenboffer’s mouth, though Miss Heck- 
enboffer’s eyes were still more strained and angry. 

“But first,” said Jean, half scared at her own boldness, “first do 
take off that stiff linen collar and unscrew your hair. You can’t be 
comfortable, you know.” And to her own surprise she found her- 
self undoing the prim tie and taking out the hairpins. “Why,” she 
cried, “you’ve really got pretty hair — for gray hair, of course — and 
there’s a lot of it!’ 

“ Make her braid it,” said Jacky wickedly. But though Jean did 
have it in two tails like her own, with pink ribbons on the end when 
they started out of doors, she was kind enough to have it done up 
again, only with soft, pretty gray waves, and she took off the apron 
into which Jacky had tried to make Miss Heckenboffer squeeze 
herself. 

“ She does look awfully funny,” she whispered, “ but mother re- 

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spects her and we can’t have her look so before other people for 
mother’s sake.” 

That was a strange day for Miss Heckenbofifer. She seemed to 
understand after awhile that something had happened which she 
couldn’t help. She seemed to think she was dreaming, for Jacky 
caught her pinching her own arm twice as though to see if she were 
really awake, and she gazed into every looking glass she passed, 
evidently expecting to see somebody else instead of herself. It wasn’t 
till noon that she began to look happy. 

She had played tag and hide-and-go-seek. She had strayed into 
the grounds of the empty house and picked flowers for them from the 
climbing rose bushes that grew so high they could hardly reach. 

At lunch time Rachel and MaryanMartha were astonished to see 
how quiet she was, and wondered because she ate with the children 
instead of in the big dining-room, where she had always insisted on 
being served. 

After dinner the children were a little at a loss till Jacky suggested 
mud pies. Miss Heckenboflfer’s face grew very grave, but out she 
went and down she sat in their sand heap, and anybody going by 
would have been astonished to see a large, well-built woman, with 

gray hair and spectacles, sitting in the middle of a sand heap, with 

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mud on her nose and sand on her stiff, gray gown, playing as though 
she were five years old instead of fifty. 

When later Jacky suggested fairy stories, she squirmed a little and 
looked appealingly at Jean. She had never approved of fairy stories, 
and had liked Jean best, because she did not read them. But Jean 
was quite changed now. 

“ Let’s 1” she cried. “ Miss Heckenboffer will read them to us, up 
in the apple tree.” And she hurried off to get the book. 

Miss Heckenboffer got stiffly up, shook the sand from her skirts, 
and went skipping heavily after Jacky as he ran toward the big, low 
apple tree where father had built them a seat. 

“ Come on!” cried Jacky, climbing up in a jiffy, and to Miss Heck- 
enboffer’s horror, she w^ent, too. 

The first step was all right. She planted one foot on the second 
limb, and got to the broad seat, when suddenly there was a crash, a 
cry, a laugh from Jacky, who was in a crotch a little higher, and the 
seat and Miss Heckenboffer went down with a crash — not all the way 
to the ground, that might have been serious — but just down to the 
next crotch, where they stuck, tighter and tighter, as Miss Hecken- 
boffer squirmed and wriggled to get out. 

Poor Miss Heckenboffer. It really was dreadful for her, after all 
her years of stiff dignity. She couldn’t budge herself, and Jacky 

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and Jean were not strong enough to help, either. To be stuck in a 
tree at her time of life! 

Jacky and Jean were a little frightened. But they hurried for 
^ Luke, who was at the barn, and he brought his ladder, and finally got 
Miss Heckenboffer out, and down on the grass, where she sat, leaning 
up against the tree trunk, and looking so tired that even Jacky was 
sorry. 

“We won’t tease her any more,” he whispered. “We’ll let her do 
as she pleases.” But as Miss Heckenboffer sat and sat, just looking 
at them, Jean suddenly remembered that she could only do what they 
said. 

She consulted with Jacky in whispers, and then said, slowly, “ Let’s 
— let’s go and take a nap.” 

It was really a great deal for them to do. For Miss Heckenboffer 
had fought so hard on that point, insisting that they both needed 
afternoons naps till they were ten. As a usual thing, they would 
have done anything sooner than even nod when she was about. 
When they saw the satisfied look in her tired eyes, they felt that they 
had really been very good, and all three trailed up to the nursery, 
where they tucked Miss Heckenboffer up on the couch and went off 
to the window seats themselves. 

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spoke louder than they should. Certainly, though that lady rested 
her tired body, she did not sleep. 

But none of them realized how late it was, till there was a sound 
of running on the stairs, and father came in, just as the sun went 
dipping down behind the trees. 

Jacky and Jean held each other’s hands tight, and grew pale. The 
day was done. The wish was over. What would Miss Hecken- 
boffer tell? 

Father spoke first. “Well, well. Miss Heckenboffer,” he said, 
“I hear you’ve had an accident. Too bad. Better now? Rested? 
You look so! I’ve heard that you were out of doors all day with 
the children. I declare, it’s done you good. Never saw you looking 
better!” 

Jacky and Jean knew from the look in Miss Heckenboffer’s eyes 
that she was wondering whether she would be able to say what she 
wished, and they saw the satisfaction that came when she found she 
could. 

“Yes,” she said, “ for all my tumble, I feel very well indeed. I — 
really, I think I must indulge in healthful out-of-door life to a greater 
extent.” And the children were so surprised they would have fallen 
out of the window, if it had not been for the bar across it. 

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“My, that was a close shave for us,” whispered Jacky. “What if 
she’d told?” 

“I don’t believe she’ll ever be so mean again,” said Jean wisely. 
“ Let’s hurry and wash our own faces before Rachel has a chance to 
rub our noses off.” And putting the bird cage carefully away they 
hurried after their father and Miss Heckenboffer. 


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CHAPTER VIII 


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JFTER their adventure with Miss. Heckenboffer, 
the children had a rather uneventful time for a 
day or two. The Mysterious Sparrow allowed 
them flying trips to England, and to the very top of 
the Andes, in which Jacky was interested at that 
time, through a South American story he was 
reading. England was delightful, but not exciting, and on top of 
the Andes they had a very stupid time indeed. In fact, there was 
nothing but snow, and clouds, that were below instead of above them. 
The novelty of the clouds being down there soon wore off, however, 
and there w^as nothing to do, and nothing to eat, and they were cold. 
In fact, if the Mysterious Sparrow had not appeared with a big 
dinner basket, and two great cozy rugs of fur, they would have been 
very miserable indeed. 


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.They were discouraged enough not to try a wish for a day or two, 
and then a very dreadful thing happened. They were sent to stay 
with Cousin Alice at the seashore! 

It seemed that father must go away on a long trip, and he thought 
the children would be better and happier down on the shore. When 
they said “no” he laughed, chucked them under their chins in a way 
they hated, because it seemed to mean they knew so little what they 
did want, and told them it would be all right. 

“ Rachel will look after you,” he said. “ And Cousin Alice will 
look after her.” 

“Will you tell Cousin Alice that?” asked Jean, the practical. 

“Well, no, I hardly think so,” said father, rather taken back. 

“Then,” said Jean, “she’ll boss us just awful.” 

“At least she will teach you grammar, and get rid of your 
slang,” and father tramped off down stairs, rather relieved to get off 
so easily from the two nimble little tongues, that would ask such 
difficult questions. 

And so it was that they went away two days afterward, waving 
good-by to father, as each clutched fast a new pail and shovel, for 
digging the immense sand forts which they had planned. 

It was fun at the seashore. There were so many other children, 
and Jacky and Jean, not being used to other playmates, were de- 

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lighted. Then there was the sand and the bathing, and the tempt- 
ing white yachts, that they always longed to sail on. But still, there, 
too, was Cousin Alice. 

Cousin Alice would not let them eat in peace. She came to the 
children’s dining-room, and said it was her duty to jee-'tot they had 
food that agreed with them. And to Jacky and Jean, it seemed that 
the only things she was sure would agree with them were the things 
that they did not like. 

She bothered them by coming in when they were going to bed, 
and when they were having their after bedtime talk, from one white 
cot to the other — sl talk of which Cousin Alice did not approve. And 
more than all, she made them be dressed up always after lunch. The 
mornings were the only times that they could be really happy. 

They kept feeling sorrier and sorrier for baby Harold. They had 
their own mother, who was a dear, and Cousin Alice could not “ boss ” 
them always. But for Harold, there was no escape. 

One thing made it a little easier. Most of the other children had 
to be dressed up half the day, too. 

One morning, very near lunch time, a group sat on the sands all 
done up in bathing suits, and all mournful to think how soon they 
must change those comfortable garments for stiff, scratchy white 
things, that must be watched every minute. 

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“Oh, dear!” sighed Jacky suddenly. “I wish we had the cage.” 

“So do I. Wouldn’t we get out of all this quick!” And Jean 
made a face at a trim, thin back, clad in spotless white, which she 
could see on the hotel veranda. She knew that back belonged to 
Cousin Alice. 

The other children, however, did not understand. 

“What cage?” they cried. “Tell us about it.” 

And, to his great astonishment, Jacky found himself telling the 
whole story, though Jean kicked him with her little bare toes, 
pinched his arm till he squealed, and shook her head hard. 

It all had no effect. He went on with the story, and the others 
gathered closer and closer, with mouths and eyes growing wider 
every moment. 

They believed it — oh, yes, every one of them believed it. When 
it was time to go in they wanted more and more and the next day they 
forgot bathing and castles and all. On the third day they demanded 
that the cage be produced. 

Jacky shook his head at first and then He remembered Luke. Luke 
was always his friend. Luke would send him tKe cage. 

Cousin Alice lectured him roundly that night because of the ink 
stains on his fingers. But Jacky did not care. He was pretty sure 

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that a way would be opened for him to get away from Cousin Alice 
during the daytime, at least. 

And sure enough, in a day or two it came — the cage, well wrapped 
in paper, was left at their hotel, addressed in letters two inches high 
to “Mr. John Livingstone Kendall, Jr.” — an address which made 
J acky’s heart beat high with pleasure. The clerk was so amused him- 
self that he gave Jacky the bundle, and Rachel knew nothing about it, 
much less Cousin Alice, who was down at the meeting of the sewing 
circle on the side porch. 

The cage came in the morning and Jacky and Jean smuggled it 
down on the sands and showed it to the other youngsters. Then, 
after it had been handled and admired, they demanded that it be 
rubbed. Jacky took it proudly and rubbed hard. No sparrow, 
mysterious or otherwise. Jean said he had forgotten how and she 
took it and rubbed. No sparrow. 

The other children began to laugh. They thought that Jacky and 
Jean had made up the story — all but one dear little girl with wide 
blue eyes, who had read all the fairy stories she could find. 

“ Maybe,” she whispered, coming close to Jacky’s ear, “maybe the 
Mysterious Sparrow doesn’t want to come before so many strangers. 
Fairies are like that, you know. Try him when you’re alone.” 

Jacky nodded, and he and Jean, explaining to the others, hurried 

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off behind a bathhouse, sat down side by side in the sand and rubbed 
again. 

Sure enough, the Mysterious Sparrow came! 

“Well,” he began; “you are a nice pair, aren’t you? Expect me 
to walk out before a whole lot of strangers. Not by a good deal! 
Don’t try it again or I’ll forget you altogether. You’ve given me 
quite a rest lately or I’d scold you worse. What do you want?” 

“We want,” said Jacky slowly, “we want you to send everyone in 
this place to sleep except the children. I want it so we can have all 
the lunch we want, and all the bathing, and not have to dress up all 
day. Put them to sleep, like the people were in that story of the 
Sleeping Beauty.” 

The Sparrow laughed. “ That’s easy,” he said, “ and it’ll be fun to 
watch, too. Go on. You’ll be all right.” 

Jacky and Jean rushed out to the children, and found them gath- 
ered around one of the nurse maids, who had come up to look after 
her charges. 

“ She’s fainted,” cried the blue-eyed girl who knew so much 
about fairies. “ My mamma faints, and I know.” 

For a moment Jacky and Jean were frightened, too, but suddenly 
they heard a little chuckling voice close by. 

“ Don’t worry. It’s a good, natural sleep, quite according to your 

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wish. Pull her into the shade of the bathhouse so she won’t burn all 
the skin off her nose, and go along.” 

They drew a sigh of relief and explained. The children shouted 
with joy. Then they pulled the nurse girl along a little, anchored 
an umbrella over her head, rolled her neat white apron into a pillow 
and left her, tearing across the sands to see what had happened to the 
other people. 

Sure enough, the wish had come true — they were all asleep. There 
was a group of young ladies, with one young man, on the lawn and 
they had gone to sleep with their croquet mallets in their hands. 
Some big boys were snoring on the tennis court. 

The clerk slept peacefully with his head on the big book where 
all their names werp written. Cousin Alice and all the other ladies 
of the sewing circle were sound asleep on the side porch with their 
needles in their hands, and dear old Rachel had dozed off with her 
head in a pile of the hated white duck suits, just home from the 
laundry. 

The children yelled as loud as they could, and shook a few people, 
just to see if it would do anything towards waking them. But no 
one stirred. So first of all they went to the kitchen. 

Cooks and waiters were there, asleep, and of course lunch was 
only about half cooked. Jean, who understood cooking more since 

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her experience at being poor, was very much afraid that things 
would burn up. But luckily, the fire seemed to have gone to sleep, 
too, just as it did in the old fairy tale, and everything was standing 
still. 

The children knew where to find the things they wanted. There 
was a great freezer of ice cream, and one of strawberry ice. There 
were cakes and a pile of the daintiest sandwiches made for a picnic 
party of grown ups that were to have gone out sailing that day. 

They filled all the baskets they could find, hurried down to the 
beach, and such a feast as they had, under the shade of an old wreck 
that lay there on the sands! 

No dressing up that day! They had caught the wish just when 
they were in their bathing clothes, and in them they stayed. Bare 
feet twinkled over the sands, and bare heads flashed in the sunshine. 
There was a crop of freckles gathered that day that was really won- 
derful. Sick? Of course nobody was made sick. Weren’t they 
in a fairy story? And who ever heard of anything making people 
sick in fairy stories? 

Never were there such good times. After the first they all forgot 
their sleeping elders, and the Mysterious Sparrow, and everything 
but their fun. So it was a surprise to them when all of a sudden the 
sun went dipping down behind the big ocean, and in a whisk their 

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bathing suits were skipping up through the air, and they felt the 
touch of stiff duck and linen, hats were pressed on their heads, and 
shoes crept on their feet. They stood staring at each other in dis- 
may, when suddenly the nursemaid, whom they had forgotten, began 
to stir. She stretched, she yawned and then suddenly sat upright. 

“ My goodness gracious sakes alive ! ” she cried. “ It must be mor- 
tal late. What ever can Have happened? Miles and Marjory Stan- 
ton, come here this minute I All dressed up in clean things? Well, 

who — ^what — when ” and her eyes grew so very wide and round 

that Jacky feared they would fall out altogether. 

But nobody answered her questions. Nobody has ever answered 
any of the questions which all the grown ups in that summer Hotel 
asked each other and themselves that day. 

For the children never told. 

As Jacky and Jean crept into bed that night, Jacky said in the old 
little way that always amused father, “Well, Jean, my dear, I think 
we may count that wish as one of our successes.” 

And Jean answered sleepily, “Yes I Yes! I wish we could have it 
over every day of our lives.” 


CHAPTER IX 


XTbe Cage 2)isappear8 



;E morning after the grown ups all went to sleep 
there was a thunderstorm. The thunder rolled 
and roared around the hotel, the lightning flashed 
in great, blinding sheets, and the rain fell, first in 
torrents, then later in a steady downpour that 
promised a day indoors. But the storm without 
was nothing compared to that inside the hotel. For after break- 
fast Jacky and Jean discovered that the battered bird cage had van- 
ished. ‘ When questioned Rachel had admitted that Cousin Alice 
had been in their room the night before, sorting things over. 

“ I found a very disreputable toy that seemed to be an old cage,’^ 
said Cousin Alice firmly, “ and I had it thrown away. It was utterly 
unlikely that you would have an immediate use for such a thing.” 

Now Jacky and Jean had always restrained themselves before 

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Cousin Alice. They had been afraid of her. But the loss of that 
bird cage was too much. 

“ It was ours,” cried J acky. “ You had no right to touch it. I’ll — ^ 
I’ll have you arrested I You are a thief.” 

And when Cousin Alice, astonished and angry, started to speak, 
she was met with such a storm that she sharply rang the bell for 
Rachel, gave very strict orders as to the punishment of the two chil- 
dren and marched off with her nose in the air. 

Rachel hadn’t approved of that old cage, either, but she was sorry 
for the children. She had to keep them in their room, because they 
were, after all, under Cousin Alice’s charge, but she gave them very 
different rations from those Cousin Alice had ordered, and she told 
them a lot of stories about the South. 

Cousin Alice sent for her after awhile and she had to go away 
and leave them locked in their room, as Cousin Alice had ordered. 
Then they put their heads together and tried to think things out. 

“We’ve got to find that cage — we just simply must,” said Jean, 
rubbing the end of her little red nose with a very moist pocket hand- 
kerchief. 

“We’ve got to get out of Here and do something,” said Jacky 
stoutly. “ I don’t care if it is raining pitchforks and the door is 
locked. We’ll get out and hunt that cage, Jean.” 

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“Y-y-e-e-s,” sobbed Jean. 

“Look at that door! It leads right into Cousin Alice’s room. 
And there’s a transom, and it’s open. Her door isn’t locked. Let’s 
get over the transom.” 

The sunshine broke through the tears on Jean’s round little face, 
and in another moment they had brought a table, and put on it a 
chair, and Jacky’s plump legs were waving wildly in the air as he 
made his way through. 

“ It’s a good ways down,” he gasped. “ But I ain’t afraid, and I 
guess you won’t be.” 

Jean scrambled up, kicking over the chair as she went, and making 
a very big racket. She stuck in the transom, too, and Jacky had to 
get hold of her hands and pull. But as last she landed, breathless, 
and with a big hole in her pink dress, but ynhurt, and the two stood 
listening. 

Everything was quiet. Jean had wisely thrown their rubbers 
over to Jacky, not so much on account of the rain as to help them in 
sneaking through the halls quietly; and, borrowing Cousin Alice’s 
pearl handled umbrella, they went quietly out. 

It was a sleepy sort of morning. Nobody was doing much. Most 
of the grown ups were in their rooms writing letters and the children 
were on the front veranda playing games. They had heard of the 


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loss of the cage and were as sorry almost as Jacky and Jean. Once 
in a while they would put their heads together and whisper, only to 
draw apart when one of the white-capped maids or an anxious 
mamma came about. It was during one of these times that the blue- 
eyed little girl saw Jacky and Jean. She knew in a minute where 
they were going. She whispered to the other children and they 
looked, too. There did not happen to be any grown ups around just 
at that moment. There was first a rush to the broad hall, and then a 
train of umbrellas began bobbing across the lawn — umbrellas under 
which could be seen legs in half hose, and in black stockings, red 
shoes and tan — every kind of footwear one could imagine — but all on 
very small feet. The children were on the hunt. 

Ten minutes after they had started they were all well away. 
Jacky and Jean had given the orders, and the children felt that they 
were off on a grand lark. They went paddling through the puddles, 
kicking up little showers of water wherever they could, but always 
keeping their eyes sharply out for a battered old bird cage with one 
corner rubbed bright and clean. 

It wasn’t long before they were all pretty wet, but they did not 
care for that. Jacky and Jean had promised that whoever found the 

cage could have first wish, and every small brain in the party was 

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busy trying to think up something particularly new and strange to 
ask for. 

Meanwhile, up in the hotel there was great excitement. The 
nursemaid who had gone to sleep by the bathhouse the day before 
was the first one to discover that the children were gone. She had 
run upstairs to put some cold cream on her nose, which had got burnt 
a little, after all, in spite of the children’s efforts, and when she came 
back she looked first on the veranda, and then in the parlor, and then 
over in the little side porch, where the youngsters sometimes played 
house. But everything was as still as could be. She could only hear 
the steady beat of the rain, and the voice of Cousin Alice, who was 
telling the Presbyterian minister why he ought to be something else. 
The maid was a little afraid of Cousin Alice herself, but she did get 
enough courage to poke her head into the little library and say, 
“’Scuse me, ma’am, but have you seen Jacky and Jean? Miles and 
Marion’s gone, ma’am, and I’m pretty sure they’re with the other 
two.” 

“ My little cousins are securely locked in their room,” said Cousin 
Alice severely. ‘‘Don’t annoy me. Now, Mr. Peabody, I am sure 

that even you will admit ” But what Mr. Peabody was to admit, 

no one ever found out, for just then the door burst open, and Rachel 
appeared, her eyes big with fright. “Oh, Miss Alice,” she cried, 

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“ Jacky an’ Jean’s gone! Dey room’s all locked up, an’ dey’s all dun 
gone! Dey’s dead, I know dey is, an’ you done it. Miss Alice, a 
throwin’ away dat cage, an’ den scoldin’ ’em so cause dey sassed a 
little.” 

“Gone!” and Cousin Alice looked frightened, too. She really 
was fond of Jacky and Jean and meant to be nice to them. 

In a minute she was running up the stairs, faster than she had 
allowed herself to run for years, and was in the children’s room. By 
this time other nursemaids and a half dozen mothers were hunting 
and calling, and the clerk and the waiters were all running wildly 
around looking for the lost youngsters. 

Pretty soon the blue eyed little girl who knew about the fairies 
was brought in, wet through, and crying, because she had not found 
some sort of cage. Then came Miles and Marion, with torn clothes 
and scratched faces, and they, too, were crying about that cage. 

“Mercy me!” said Cousin Alice, “I didn’t know I was going to 
upset all the children in the place when I threw away that horrid 
old cage. I’ll buy you all new ones tomorrow. I’ll go to the city on 
purpose.” But the three children only cried the louder, and were 
understood to say that new cages would be no good at all. 

All the grown ups were in despair. What was the matter with the 
children? One by one the little folks came, all wet, all crying, all 

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talking about that mysterious cage. They would answer no ques- 
tions, and they would not tell where Jacky and Jean were. Maybe 
they did not know. 

From being worried, the mothers and nursemaids and hotel people 
were getting angry. There were only three children still gone — the 
smallest boy of the lot, and Jacky and Jean. People were still hunt- 
ing for them, but it was evident that they would get more scolding 
than the others had, when they were brought in. The other children 
were beginning to have a rather hard time as it was. And then all of 
a sudden, the rain stopped, without any warning, and everybody 
began to smile just as the sun did. 

“My goodness!” said the nursemaid who was scrubbing the dirt 
off Miles and Marion, and doing it less gently than she might. 
“What was I mad about, anyhow? Poor Miles, did I scrub his face 
too hard? I won’t any more.” 

Rachel stopped short in the middle of a wail, and even Cousin 
Alice began to smile. “We’re doing an immense amount of worry- 
ing, seems to me,” she said. “ The children are safe, I know. Rachel, 
lay out dry clothes for them, and get some milk ready to heat at once 
when they come in. Why, there they are now, and little Geordie 
Emmets is with them.” 

“ And dey’s got de cage,” cried Rachel. Sure enough, the children 

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were coming up the walk, as merry as could be, Jacky carrying the 
cage proudly before him. 

Everyone was glad to see them and the children all came out and 
gathered round them, and the hotel man gave them peanuts for 
nothing. But they were anxious to get away from the grown folks, 
and in a few moments went to a corner of the big porch. 

*‘Well,” said the blue eyed little girl breathlessly, “who found 
the cage, and what’s the wish?” 

“ He found the cage, and he’s wasted the wish,” said Jacky rather 
scornfully, as he pointed to Geordie. 

Geordie drew down the corners of his mouth and looked unhappy. 

“What did he wish?” asked Miles and Marion together. 

“ I — I found the cage way out on the shore,” said Geordie. “ It 
was right in the water, and I had to wade in, and I got all wetted 
up — ’way up. And muvver scolds when I get wet, even if it’s just a 
little bit. So I said, before I thought at all, ‘ Oh, my, I hope I won’t 
get scolded, nor anybody else! I hope all the muvvers will be lovely 
all day!* And so we can’t have any fun.” 

The other children looked thoughtful a moment. 

“Wasn’t it a shame?” asked Jacky. 

“Well, I don’t know,” said Miles. “They were awful mad, and 
getting madder, and we all were awful wet, and torn. You weren’t 

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here to see, you know. But the change was — great. I don’t know, 
Geordie. I guess you didn’t waste that wish, after all.” 

And Geordie’s mouth went up and his eyes smiled again. 


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^be Change of the Sparrow 



[S it happened, there were no more chances to take 
the other children off on a lark, for pnly the day 
after the cage was lost and found father came 
down to stay a day or two with them, and tell them 
about mother, whom he had seen. Then as they 
very much wanted to go home, he took them with 
him when he went. They were very glad to get home and see Zillah 
and MaryanMartha, and Luke, and Jasper and Toddles. Toddles 
nearly barked his head off with delight, and it was really through 
him that they came to wish their next wish, which, to say the least, 
was a peculiar one. Luke had taught him some more tricks, so that 
he was quite an accomplished dog, and the idea for the wish popped 
into Jacky’s mind when he saw Toddles play dead, chase his tail, 

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'dance a jig, and pretend to read the paper, with Zillah’s spectacles 
perched on his nose. 

“I wish,” said Jacky the next morning, when he had rubbed the 
cage, “ I wish that Jean and Toddles and I were part of a circus.” 

“Oh, Jackyl” gasped Jean, to whom the wish was as great a sur- 
prise as it was to the Mysterious Sparrow, who stared with astonish- 
ment. “You do think of the most original things,” he said. “It’s 
really quite a pleasure to hear what you have to say. Such a change 
from the regular want-to-go-to-the-moon, and turn-me-into-a-fairy, 
and-give-me-lots-of-money wishes we generally get. Certainly, go 
along to your circus, and may you enjoy it!” 

Then suddenly he began to chuckle. 

“ Look here,” he said, “I’ll give you a novel act that will make you 
famous in your one day. It’s going to be fun, and I’ll take a hand 
myself. This will be a bird and dog act. You’ll see. ‘The Mar- 
velous Bird and the Talented Dog.’ My, we’ll make things howl! 
And don’t you worry at all. I’ll manage everything.” 

Quick as a wink everything was changed, and Jacky and Jean 
found themselves outside a group of great white tents, with Toddles 
beside them, wagging his fringe of tail and sitting on his back was a 
great blue and gold parrot, wonderful as to color and size, who 


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winked at them and remarked in the best of English, though with a 
cracked sort of voice, “It’s your humble servant. How’s my make up?” 

“ Fine I ” and Jacky grinned with delight as he and Jean went along 
to the tent where things were being made ready for the great parade. 

They found the manager, and busy as he was he stopped to talk 
to them. Toddles amused him. Certainly Toddles never had been 
so funny before — and he never was again, either. But the parrot 
made him stare. “Never saw one with such coloring or of such a 
size. Where did you get him?” he asked. 

“None of your business,” cried the parrot shrilly, and the showman 
stepped back, stared and laughed. 

“Smart as he is handsome, ain’t he?” he asked. “What’ll you 
take for him? I’ll pay well.” 

“Not for sale, not for sale,” cried the parrot. ‘ ‘Will you hire us? ” 

“ Hire you? I should say I would,” and the manager trotted them 
off instanter to a place where he talked business to them, and the 
parrot whispered things they were to say. They did not under- 
stand what was going on at all till the manager said, “Where are 
your costumes? You must have ’em for the parade. You’ll have to 
ride in that, you know.” As if that wasn’t just what they wanted! 

“ Costumes ! We haven’t any,” and the children looked blank. 

“Not come yet, I suppose. Well, I think I can fix you up. Come 

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this way,” and in a moment they were in a tent where rows of gaudy 
costumes hung, red and blue and purple and pink, with spangles 
galore. There was a fairy costume that fitted Jean nicely, and a 
little red suit, tight fitting, made Jacky into as saucy a little red imp as 
ever was seen. 

They were a very pretty party as they came out again, the children 
in their fancy suits, the parrot in his feathers, and Toddles gay in red 
ribbons and a silver bell. 

“ Can you ride? ” asked the manager gruffly, and when the children 
said yes, he put them both up on great white horses, taller than any 
that father had in his stables. Jean was a bit frightened just at first, 
but the parrot whispered in her ear that she was to do just anything 
she wanted to — that he would make things possible. And so she 
climbed up on the tall horse, aided by a big circus man who called 
her a jim dandy girl and patted her cheek kindly. “Don’t you be a 
bit scared,” he said. “I’m the best rider in the show, and I’ll be 
right handy by to look after you. It’s a pretty big horse for such a 
midget, but you’ve got pluck, I know.” 

After that Jean wouldn’t have let on for a moment that she was 
afraid. The wonderful parrot perched on her shoulder. Toddles 
was put on the saddle before Jacky, and sat as straight and as proud 
as though he had been on the seat of a steady going carriage. Then 

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they saw the great, gay wagons filled with wild beasts brought out, 
and Jean trembled when the lion gave a great roar just as his wagon 
passed her. The soft footed camels with their great humps seemed 
bigger than they ever had when she was just watching them from the 
street, and as for the elephants, when Goliath, the biggest, came 
toward her, she felt as though a whole big building was moving. 

She and Jacky were put just in front of the elephants in the parade. 
The manager told them that as soon as possible they should have a 
nice little wagon all their own, drawn by six spotted ponies. 

“Oh, dear,” exclaimed Jean. “Why didn’t we think and ask the 
Mysterious Sparrow for that ourselves?” 

“What?” said the manager sharply, and Jean turned red and 
kicked her big horse till he moved away. 

That ride was something the children never forgot. It was hot 
and dusty, to be sure, and they often wished that they could go a little 
faster. But they were the observed of all observers, the envy of all 
the children, and the delight of the grown folks. 

“Oh, look, look at the fairy and the little red imp!” cried the 
youngsters all along the route, and then people would laugh at Tod- 
dles, and stare at the wonderful parrot, and now and then he would 
fly over Jean’s shoulder and go over the heads of the people, calling 

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g=BB5=gBg!^BagBSSBgBgBg= — .. . — ' ' L”,' ' S^SSSS^SS 

out funny things all the time, till people laughed and stared in won- 
der. 

The children were very tired when at last the little village of white 
tents came in sight again, and were glad to have the big circus man 
help them down from their tall horses. 

There was a wonderfully good smell in the air, and the big circus 
man winked and smiled as he saw Jacky sniff. 

“ That’s right — it’s dinner,” he said, and both the children beamed, 
while Toddles barked loudly, and the gorgeous parrot cried “ Hur- 
rah ! Sausage and snipe for me ! ” and jeered at the big circus man who 
tried to catch him. 

Nobody was allowed to lay a finger on his handsome feathers. He 
perched always on the shoulder of Jacky or Jean, and pecked so 
fiercely at any curious hands that no one dared come very near. 

At dinner time he took scraps of everything on the table and jab- 
bered away at a great rate. The fat lady said he was just too sweet 
for anything, and the living skeleton said that if he had that bird 
he’d soon lose his profession — he would grow so fat with laughing. 

After dinner came the scramble to get ready for the show. Jacky 
and Jean were to appear in the same costumes that they had worn in 
the parade, so that they had nothing to do and wandered about look- 
ing at the other folks as they made ready to go into the ring and 

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watching the horses as they pranced about, as eager for the noise and 
music and excitement as anybody. 

Jacky and Jean had not a very clear idea as to what they would do 
when they got into one of the three rings that they could see through 
the opening of the show tent. But when they were told, on they went, 
trusting perfectly to the Mysterious Sparrow, or the Wonderful Par- 
rot, as he was now. 

Everyone in town had heard of the pretty children, the clever dog, 
and the beautiful bird that talked so oddly and when they stepped 
into the ring there was a burst of applause that made Jean a little 
frightened. How they did it,_they never knew, but they found them- 
selves putting Toddles and the parrot through the most wonderful 
tricks. They even did some themselves. Jacky stood on his head, 
and let the parrot perch on his feet. Jean and Toddles did a dance 
together that brought storms of applause, and the Wonderful Par- 
rott delivered a speech that made people stare with surprise while 
they clapped and laughed. 

Never had such an act been seen. The circus manager was pleased 
as Punch and told all the things he would do for them over and over 
again. It made Jacky almost sick to think that one performance 
would be all he could have. This was better than being a pirate. 
After the show was all over he went out and watched the men care 

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for the wild beasts, fed the elephants himself, and made friends with 
a tiny baby lion, no bigger than Toddles, and more playful. 

Everyone about the show was petting them, and in the town people 
who had not meant to go to the circus were getting ready to go and 
see those children and the dog and parrot about whom everyone was 
talking. 

The tent was jammed that night — but where were the children? 
Nobody could discover them anywhere. The manager was nearly 
frantic. They had had their suppers, and had wandered over by the 
camels. The big circus man who had ridden near them in the parade 
had seen them go that way at sunset, with Toddles frisking on be- 
fore, and the gorgeous parrot shining in the sunlight as he circled 
over their heads. Then somehow he had lost sight of them. 

He was nearly frantic, for the people in the tent were calling for 
his new performers, and they had vanished as mysteriously as they 
had come. But he was not the only one disappointed. For Jacky 
and Jean, safely tucked in their white beds at home, were tossing 
restlessly as they spoke of the circus, and what everybody must be 
doing. 

“ It was the best wish yet,” said Jacky with a sigh. 

*‘ril dream of it for weeks,” said Jean. 

And then silence fell over the room, while out in the barn a he- 

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wildered little dog tried once more to do tHe tricks He had done that 
day, and somewhere or other a fairy sat and chuckled to himself over 
his latest prank. 


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CHAPTER XI 


Uhe Urawling dloah of “Tlbe 
little lame Iprince" 



jy, that’s a good story I ” and Jacky drew a deep sigh, 
and blinked a little, as he threw down the book 
that told of the story of “ The Little Lame Prince.” 

Jean was crying, and didn’t care who knew it. 
“ It’s an awfully sad story,” she said, mopping a 
tear off the end of her small nose. I don’t see 
why they have to make things so teary, do you? You can’t help feel- 
ing sorry for the poor little Prince, even when he’s having good times 
with his fairy godmother, or riding around on that cloak of his — 
wasn’t that a wonderful cloak? Oh, Jacky, I’ve thought of some- 
thing!” 

“What?” and Jacky’s eyes turned back from the window to Jean, 

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where she sat on the nursery floor, all starched and clean and ready 
for the day. 

“Why, let’s us have a traveling cloak, too, Jacky. We haven’t 
a fairy godmother, but we have the Mysterious Sparrow, and he’s 
just as good.” 

“May be he wouldn’t know about it,” said Jacky. “It’s an old 
story, you know — it was mother’s book when she was a little girl, and 
may be the Mysterious Sparrow wouldn’t understand what we were 
after.” 

“ Oh, yes he would,” said Jean, whose trust in the Mysterious Spar- 
row had grown surprisingly, until now she believed in him even more 
than Jacky. “There isn’t anything he can’t do.” 

She was interrupted by a soft little chuckle. “ Thank you, madam,” 
said the voice of the Mysterious Sparrow. “ That’s a great compli- 
ment from you. Rub that cage and I’ll appear.” 

There was a scrambling and then out came the cage, and in a trice 
the Sparrow stood in its door, nodding at them. 

“A cloak?” he said. “ I think you were talking about a traveling 
cloak, like that used by the ‘Little Lame Prince?’ Certainly, my 
children. His fairy godmother and I were the best of friends, and 
to tell the truth I helped her make that cloak. Here’s the very same 
one, with my compliments.” And in another second Jean held tight 

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in her little fist a small, dark bundle, as dusty and ragged as that in 
the story. “ Have a good time,” said the Sparrow, and fluttered rap- 
idly away. 

Jean untied the many knots, and the cloak spread out and out till 
it was really a good-sized article. 

“ Come on! ” she cried excitedly. “ Hurry up. I want to go Vay, 
’way off. What was it that the prince used to say? Oh, I know — 
‘Abracadabra.’ Oh, Jacky, we’re going!” And going sure enough 
they were. The cloak, with the two children sitting comfortably on 
its ample folds, floated gently out of the window, across the garden, 
and down the long road that led to the open country. 

“ Faster!” cried Jean, clapping her hands. “ Faster, faster!” And 
off went the cloak, skimming along like a great gray bird. At first 
it floated quite low, so that the children could look over the edges, and 
see the people and the houses and fields. But soon it shot far up into 
the air above the clouds, which floated below them like soft white 
cushions. 

“Humph!” said Jacky. “This reminds me of that trip to the top 
of the Andes.” 

“Only it’s not so cold,” said Jean, and she lay flat on her back and 
gazed up into the great blue sky that spread so far above her. 

“ I wish,” she murmured, “ I wish I had a great big box of marsh- 

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mallows,” and as she said the words a box filled to the brim with 
snowy squares sank softly down beside her. 

“U-um!” said Jacky. “Give me some,” and they munched con- 
tentedly, while the cloak flew onward. 

At first the mere motion pleased them, but after a while Jacky grew 
restless. “I wish we’d get somewhere,” he said. “Where are we 
* going? Do you know?” 

“Why, no, I don’t,” said Jean. “I wonder if we’re going any- 
where in particular. Of course we aren’t, Jacky. We haven’t said 
where we wanted to go. I’d like a look at mother, wouldn’t you? ” 

“OH, yes! Abracadabra, tum-tum-til If you please, Mr. Cloak, 
we’d like to fly over where mother is, and have a good look at her.” 

Quick as a flash the cloak dipped, swept around in a great circle, 
and started off in quite a new direction. 

The children soon felt the soft mistiness of a cloud about them, and 
the next moment, looking over the sides, they could see the earth 
again, and saw they were flying over a beautiful stretch of country, 
with many mountains, which the traveling cloak dodged among as 
airily as could be. There were some of the prettiest flowers up on 
those mountain slopes, and Jean admired them, and tried to pick 
some, but the cloak always went just too far away. “ Oh, dearl” she 
cried, “ I would so like to take some to mother.” 

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“Well, then, ask the cloak. Here, I’ll do it for you,” said Jacky 
grandly. “Abracadabra, tum-tum-ti. Please, Mr. Cloak, may we 
get out and pick some flowers to take to mother?” 

The cloak gave a little dip, much as if it were nodding its head, and 
settled gently down on a pretty slgpe, where the sunshine lay warm 
and bright on a whole garden full of posies. 

“Oh, goody!” cried Jean, and scrambled out in a jiffy, going down 
on her knees among the flowers. Jacky helped her, and in a few mo- 
ments they had great bunches of red and pink blossoms, more than 
their hands could hold, and they went back and laid them in the 
folds of the great black cloak. Then hand in hand they climbed down 
into the dearest little glen, with a brook tossing along over the stones 
at the bottom of it, and Jacky was quite sure he saw fairies hiding 
among the ferns and mosses there. Jean looked, then shook her head 
doubtfully. She believed fully in the Mysterious Sparrow, but 
other fairies she was not so sure of. 

However, there was no discussion, for none of the little people ap- 
peared, and Jacky and Jean were too much in haste to see mother to 
go hunting for them. Back they went to the cloak, after a long drink 
of the clear water, and started off again. 

The cloak went lower and lower, till it seemed to Jacky and Jean 
that people must see them. It wasn’t till they went right by the win- 

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dows of a country house and a woman looked through and through 
them that they realized what it meant. 

“Why,” cried Jacky, “they can’t see us at all.” 

“ That’s it,” said Jean. “ Isn’t it fun? ” 

In a few minutes they came in sight of a big hotel, with' verandas 
and long walks and a pretty lake near by, and the cloak stopped right 
over it. A little door seemed to open right down through the roof, 
and lo and behold, there was mother. She was lying on a couch, still 
pale and thin, but oh, so much better than when the children saw her 
last, and she was reading a letter aloud to grandma. They could 
hear her quite plainly, and the letter was from father. He was tell- 
ing her about Cousin Alice, and though grandma looked very much 
shocked at the things he said, she laughed a little, too, and mother 
laughed a great deal. 

“ I wouldn’t let the children hear me for anything,” she said, 
“ for Alice does mean well, but you know how funny and fussy she 
is. Poor dears! I do wish I could have them down here. I simply 
must see them pretty soon. I can’t stand being without them so long! 
I wonder if they’ve grown any?” 

Jacky and Jean jumped up in the cloak, never thinking that no 
one could see them, or hear them either. 

“ Mother!” they cried. “ Mother, we’re here! Just look! We’re 

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not grown very much, and oh, we do want to see you — more than you 
want to see us I” 

But mother never stirred. She lay with the letter in her hands, 
looking out of the window, and smiling a far-away little smile. 

“ I must hurry and get well, so I can go back,” she said. “ Come, 
I’ll go for a walk, and ask the doctor how soon I may go home. I 
am lots better, you know.” 

“What about the flowers, Jacky?” whispered Jean. “I wonder 
if we could leave them? Do you suppose that they are invisible, 
too?” 

“We might try,” said Jacky. “ Let’s ask the cloak now^ while she’s 
in the other room getting ready. Abracadabra, tum-tum-ti. Please, 
Mr. Cloak, can we go down and leave the flowers for mother?” 

The cloak sank lower and lower, till they were right in the room, 
but when Jacky tried to climb out, somehow he couldn’t. The 
cloak sailed up to a little table and bumped softly against it, as a 
boat bumps at a wharf. “That’s a chance for us,” said Jean, and 
leaning over, they piled the table high with blossoms. The last had 
not left their fingers when up shot the cloak, so rapidly that they 
nearly lost their breath. Then it stopped where they had been before, 
and they saw mother come out, ready for her walk. Would she, 
could she, see the flowers?” 


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They nearly dislocated their necks, trying to see everything, and 
then suddenly gave two whoops of joy that would have frightened the 
hotel people could they have heard them. For mother had given 
a little cry, and sprang towards the posies. 

“OH, see, how lovely!” she cried. “Where did they come from?' 
Who could have sent them? Somehow they remind me of the chil- 
dren. They used to bring me flowers like that. I hope they won’t 
forget to do it again when I get home. I’m going to wear a big 
bunch of these.” She went out with them pinned in her belt, and 
Jacky and Jean giggled with glee as they watched her, and followed 
high above her head. 

They did not tire of watching her till she went in to lunch, and 
then they found they were hungry, too, and asked the cloak for a 
picnic lunch up in the mountains. They got it, and munched away 
happily. Afterward they took another look at mother, and then went 
for a little ride over New York and Boston and Washington and a 
few of the other big cities they had never seen. The magic cloak was 
a very accommodating one, and they were just thinking of a trip 
to China, when Jacky looked at the sun. 

“My!” he cried, “it’s nearly down. Just think if we got there 
and the wish ended before we got home. There’d be no bird cage 
for us to rub, to get back tomorrow. Let’s go home.” 

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“All right,” said Jean, “I’m tired anyway. Abracadabra, tum- 
tum-ti. Please, Mr. Cloak, I want a pillow and a nice silky rug to 
go over me. Oh, how nice!” and in two seconds Jean was asleep, 
while Jacky sat alone looking down at the country as the cloak hur- 
ried them homeward from their great day of travel. 

“I do wish,” murmured Jacky, “I do wish we could wish things 
twice!” And then his head dropped against the side of the cloak 
and he never woke till Rachel shook him and told him to wake 
up and get washed for dinner. Then he was sitting in the nursery 
window seat, with Jean beside him, and the wonderful traveling 
cloak had vanished. 


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CHAPTER XII 


Misbing for ©tbers 


WAVE of goodness had struck the house of Ken- 
dall. Jacky and Jean had been to one of Cousin 
Alice’s missions with her, and the things that they 
saw there made them very serious indeed. They 
had been poor for one day in the course of their 
fairy experiences, but they had not seen the really 
hard side of life after all — it had only been for a day and they 
knew it. 

“ I think,” said Jean, propping her elbows on the window seat 
and sinking her chin in her hands. “ I think that we have been aw- 
fully selfish with our wishes.” 

“I — I’m afraid we have,” said Jacky, mournfully. “We didn’t 
think, but Cousin Alice says that that is no excuse at all.” 

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“ Well,” said Jean the practical, “ it’s never too late to mend. That’s 
what mother is always telling us, you know. Let’s mend today, 
Jacky.” 

“ But what shall we wish for? We can’t do anyone good for more 
than a day.” 

“ Then we’ll do it for the day at least. But let’s ask the Sparrow. 
Maybe he can advise us. Let me rub.” 

The bright spot on the old cage was given a hasty dig, and the 
Sparrow flew lazily through the window, and settled down on the 
perch. 

“Well,” said he, “ I understand you want to consult me. At your 
service. Talk away.” 

“It’s not about ourselves,” said Jean gravely. “It’s about other 
people. We think we’ve been selfish in our wishes.” 

“Yes,” said Jacky, bravely, “and we’re willing to do most any- 
thing if we can do something for other people with them. Some- 
thing that will last. Can’t we?” 

The Mysterious Sparrow looked at them oddly from his fluff of 
feathers. 

“Would you be willing to work hard yourselves?” he asked. 

“Yes,” said Jacky and Jean together. 

“Well, then,” said the Sparrow, “why don’t you wish for a spe- 

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cial train, and fill it up with children, and take them out for a day 
in the country?’* 

“That’s lovely,” cried Jacky, but Jean shook her head. “We can 
do that of course,” said she. “ Or we can get a boat and take them 
somewhere. But after all that’s only for one day, you know. We 
want it to last over. Can’t you fix it? ” 

The Sparrow thought a moment, and then gave a happy little hop. 
“ I’ve got it,” he cried. “ It’s against the rules of my profession to let 
your wish last over a day, or to let you ask the same thing twice. 
But I tell you what. I’ll get your boat — that was a good idea, Jean 
— and send you the children, and then put it into the head of a rich 
old duffer I’ve had my eye on for some time to go along with you. 
He can’t help opening his purse strings after a day spent with those 
youngsters. Well, I’ve a good deal on my hands, and must hurry. 
Allow me to congratulate you on this wish. Goodby.” And he van- 
ished, without even taking the trouble to fly away. 

Jacky and Jean sat waiting. The transformation was not as quick 
as usual, but in a few minutes they felt themselves caught up, whisked 
through the air at a great pace and then left to catch their breaths on 
the deck of a big, clean-looking white boat, that was puffing at a 
wharf while busy men ran all about her, making everything trim and 
tidy. 


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Not a soul was on board as yet, besides the children and the crew, 
but in a moment they heard a murmur and ran to the side. There, 
coming down the street, was a horde of children — big ones and little 
ones, babies, some with big sisters, some with tired, pale mothers, 
boys that romped and shouted, boys that limped along with canes or 
crutches, girls who brought poor, patched-up dollies and girls who 
brought a lot of younger children. 

Jacky and Jean stood staring at the throng. Even after their day 
at the mission, they had not believed that there were so many poor 
children in the world. 

“What’ll we do with them?” gasped Jacky. “The Sparrow said 
we had to work.” 

“He’ll show us,” said Jean, trustingly, and craned her head to see 
them coming on board. The crew seemed quite used to it. They 
Helped the little ones, joked the big ones, and smiled kindly at the 
mothers. In a trice everyone was on board, camp chairs and steamer 
chairs appeared by dozens, everybody began to get good places for 
the trip, and soon the ropes were cast off, there was a long shriek from 
the whistle, and they were steaming away, out into the broad, blue 
river, with flags flying and a band playing for dear life on the upper 
deck. 

How Jacky and Jean did fly about, to be sure! They were every- 

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where, making folks comfortable and looking after the babies, and 
seeing that the band got its share of lemonade. They hardly thought 
that they had started when with another long-drawn shriek the boat 
drew up to a dock that reached out from a green shore, the gang- 
plank was thrown out, and their charges went streaming off the boat 
as eagerly as they had gone on, for a long day with the grass and the 
trees, pure air, and plenty to eat. 

It was then that Jean had a chance to speak to a strange, haughty 
old man, whom she had noticed first on the city wharf. 

He was very tall and very thin, with gray side whiskers, and even 
on that warm summer day he wore a frock coat all buttoned up, and 
a silk hat. She had seen him walk on board, as though he was doing 
something against his will and remembering Miss Heckenboffer, she 
felt sorry for him. 

“Who did you come with?” she asked him shyly. “ Have you lost 
your friends?” 

The old man looked down at her and growled, “ No — haven’t any 
to lose.” 

“OH, dear me!” cried kindly little Jean. “Then you’re worse off 
than these people, aren’t you? They all have friends!” 

“Worse off! Why, child, I have five million dollars!” and the 

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old man swelled up so Jean feared he would break the buttons off 
his coat. 

“Have you?” she asked, not properly impressed at all. “That’s 
nice, of course, I suppose. We’ve got lots of money, too, and we’re 
often very lonesome. Seems to me you can’t do interesting things at 
all when you’re rich — except things like this.” 

“Do you call this very interesting?” asked the old gentleman, 
with his brows drawn down so very far that Jean could hardly see 
his eyes. 

“Yes, of course I do. Don’t you?” 

The old man coughed. “Well, I haven’t quite decided,” he 
said. “ Let’s follow the rest on shore, and see what they are doing.” 

Jean thrust her small fingers through his fist, and though he looked 
astonished, he let them stay there. 

On shore, everything was bustle and fun. There was a merry-go- 
round, and Jacky was busy giving out tickets, and seeing that all the 
littlest ones had a ride. 

Over by the long tables, the mothers and some of the older girls 
were setting out luncheon, under the orders of a large, plump, smil- 
ing woman whom Jean had never seen before, but who gave her 
such a saucy, twinkling little wink out of one corner of her eye 
when no one else was looking that Jean laughed outright. “What’s 

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the matter? ” asked the old gentleman, and Jean grew very red. How 
could she tell him that she had recognized in that pleasant-faced, 
cheery old lady, the Mysterious Sparrow? 

Fortunately he did not notice that she had not answered. He was 
too busy watching a group of little tots, who were grabbing up whole 
handfuls of dandelions and hugging them tight against their dirty 
frocks. “ Aren’t they just dear? ” asked Jean. “ Don’t you wish that 
dandelions grew down in the city? Don’t you think it would be 
dreadful to be little, and have no flowers at all, or any place to play?” 

The old gentleman scowled again. But nevertheless he remem- 
bered something that he had not thought about for years — the climb- 
ing white rose that had grown by his window when he was a little 
boy, the way that he had watched in the spring for the buds, and how 
pretty the flowers had been, when they came nodding in at his window 
in the morning. He walked on without saying anything at all, and 
Jean went with him. T.hat wink the Mysterious Sparrow had given 
her, told her a very great deal. She knew, what she had suspected 
before, that the old gentleman was the rich old gentleman that the 
Sparrow had promised should come. And Jean made up her mind 
that she would do all she could to make him open those purse strings 
of his. She had never seen a man who kept his money in a purse with 
strings, but if this one did, then the strings should come undone. 

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She took him about from group to group and showed him every- 
thing and everybody that she could think of. At dinner she made him 
help pass the sandwiches — ^which were unusually good — and then he 
carried plates of ice cream and heard the chorus of joyful “ohs” 
and “ ahs” that went up from the warm little throats that were fairly 
aching for something cool. 

The old gentleman said less and less, but watched and listened 
more all the time, and after dinner, when Jean finally left him, and 
went to help put a lot of sleepy babies to bed in a row of neat white 
cots that suddenly appeared from nobody knew where, he was talk- 
ing to little lame Johnny James, and Johnny was telling him all sorts 
of things, in his bright, cheery way. 

“Who’s managing this excursion?” asked the old gentleman ab- 
ruptly, when Jean came back. 

“We are,” said Jean promptly. 

“You?” and the old gentleman looked as astonished as he felt. 

“Yes. We’re little, but we do so love to do it, and a — a friend — 
gave us the money for today. But you see, it’ll all be gone. We’ve 
spent every cent, and I don’t know where we’ll get any more. They 
do need it so — good times, and good dinners, and all those things — 

that we have right along, you know.” 

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The old gentleman scowled again. But somehow he did not look 
nearly as cross as he had. 

‘‘Well, well,” he said, “I shall see about that. I’ve always hated 
giving to this sort of thing. I didn’t need such things and I forgot 
I’d had them all once, and liked them, too. See here, little girl, 
could you run a shebang like this often?” 

Jean gasped. She knew very well that she could not have run that 
had it not been for the help of the Mysterious Sparrow. But then 
there was Cousin Alice — she was good for this sort of thing, though 
she did scold too much. Cousin Alice would help. So she said yes, 
and the old gentleman nodded. “You’re a clever little girl,” he said. 
“ I’ll send you the money for a trip like this once a week, all summer, 
and in the winter we’ll see what else we can do.” 

“ Oh, thank you,” cried Jean, and before he could stop her, she had 
thrown both her arms around his neck and given him a great big kiss. 
He scowled, but he liked it, after all, and he had never enjoyed a 
dinner so much as he did the one he took that night, after his strange 
day. 

As for Jacky and Jean, they were almost too tired to eat. But 
they were not too tired to plan the next trip before they fell asleep 
and make up their minds that of all their wishes, this one had turned 
out to be the very best. 


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CHAPTER XIII 


Mbere the Sweet Xlbings (3tow 



pOK here, Jean,” said Jacky one morning a few 
weeks after the great steamboat ride. “ Look here, 
don’t you think we’ve been unselfish enough for 
once? Couldn’t we have one wish — just one — all 
to ourselves again?” 

Jean’s face brightened. It had been very pleas- 
ant, the giving of things to all those people who needed everything 
from food to books, but it had been a little — well, monotonous. 

“ I’m so glad you said that,” she exclaimed. “You know I’ve just 
been longing to have a wish all my own again, but I felt so mean 
about it, I wouldn’t ’fess up. It wouldn’t be very awful, would it, 
Jacky? We’ve really done a lot. There was that steamboat ride, to 
begin with, and all the lovely things that nice old Mr. Higgins has 

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done, besides the people we’ve sent to places and the money v/e wished 
for Jimmie Ryan, so he could go to school and learn enough to be an 
alderman some day, and the great doctor that we had to see Tessie’s 
back, and — oh, lots of things. I think we might have a wish. What 
shall it be?” 

That was the trouble. They couldn’t think of a thing. At least not 
anything fine enough to make up for all the weeks they had been 
wishing for other people. 

In the midst of their discussion Rachel called them in to break- 
fast, and to Jacky’s huge disgust there stood a great plate of bread — 
plain, white bread. Jacky was a very particular young gentleman, 
and he liked toast or muffins, or popovers, or hot rolls for his break- 
fast. 

“Oh, dear!” he wailed, as he caught sight of the plate. “Noth- 
ing good at all. Oh, dear!” 

“You mustn’t say such things,” warned MaryanMartha. “It’s 
good for you. The doctor told Rachel you must have plain bread 
instead of hot bread. I heard him.” 

“I won’t,” and Jacky’s blue eyes flashed. “I won’t ever eat any 
of their old plain bread, so there! I wish I lived where there wasn’t 
any bread at all— just candy and cake— and pie ! I do like pie.” 

“Why, Master Jacky,” began MaryanMartha’s voice, but some- 

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how it trailed away into silence. Jacky felt the strange dizzy little 
feeling that always came before any of his wishes, and the next mo- 
ment he and Jean sat staring at each other in the greatest surprise. 
For they were in a strange place, sitting on odd-looking grass, under 
a peculiar tree, and neither of them understood just why. 

“Whatever happened?” asked Jean. 

“ I don’t know,” said J acky. “ Where was that cage? ” 

“Why,” explained Jean, “I ran back and took it out, so it would 
be ready as soon as we were through. I didn’t get in sight of the 
breakfast table at all. I had the cage in my hands when all of a sud- 
den everything went whisk, and here I was.” 

Jacky laughed. “That’s about what happened to me,” he said. 
“Only now I know what happened. Rachel was giving us plain 
bread for breakfast, and MaryanMartha was saying we’d have to 
have it all the time, and I — well, I guess I got mad. Anyhow, I 
said I wished that we could go to a place where there wasn’t any 
bread at all — nothing but candy and pie and cake. And I suppose 
we’re here.” 

“Oh, goody!” and Jean jumped up and clapped her hands. “I 
think that’s lovely. Let’s start out and look for something, quick. 
I’m hungry as a bear.” 

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“I don’t believe we’ll have to go very far,” he said. “Just look 
up at this tree.” 

Jean looked. “ How very odd,” she said, squinting her eyes at the 
leaves. “They’re all brown, as if it was fall, and yet — why, Jacky 
Kendall, they’re ginger cookies.” 

“That’s it,” said Jacky with a grin. “They just are.” And in 
two jiffies he was up the tree and down again, with his hands full of 
the crisp brown cakes, and his knees covered with bits of bark. 

Jean, who was a tidy little soul, started to brush it off with one 
hand, as she ate with the other, when something in the feel of it made 
her look closer, then smell, and then touch her small red tongue to the 
bit left on her finger. 

“Jacky,” she said in awestricken tones, “Jacky, it’s chocolate.” 

Jacky gasped. Then he ran his own tongue down across the brown 
patch on his knee. Then a smile crept around the corners of his 
mouth, and Jacky — Jacky Kendall, so carefully brought up by 
mother and Cousin Alice and Rachel — ^Jacky smacked his lips hard, 
and slowly winked one eye. 

Jean gave a little giggle, and in a minute they were both at the 
tree, pulling off bits of the bark, chewing twigs, and even trying to 
break off the heavy branches, while with all the pulling and shaking 
the ginger cooky leaves fell in showers upon the ground. It wasn’t 

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long before they had eaten all they could, and then, hand in hand, 
they started out across the country. 

They had been too much occupied to notice the grass, till they 
walked upon it. Then it gave a funny little crinkle that made Jacky 
look down. Next he felt, and then he picked a blade and bit it. 
“Jean,” he said, “it’s candied, and it’s good.” 

Sure enough, the grass was all brittle with sugar, and it was as 
crisp and sweet as could be. 

“Why did I eat so much chocolate and so many cookies? groaned 
Jean, nibbling at the tempting blades. 

“Well, don’t eat too much of this, or you may be sorry. There’s 
sure to be more good things ahead,” warned Jacky, and with a sigh 
of regret she started on. 

But every step brought fresh wonders. “It’s like that ‘water, 
water everywhere’ poem,” said Jacky, “only here it’s sugar, sugar 
everywhere. Why, Jean, the very birds are made of candy. I don’t 
see why they don’t fall to pieces when they fly.” 

“And the stones,” said Jean as she stubbed her toe against a pile 
of rockcandy that lay all pink and glittering in the sun. 

“ Oh, Jacky, Jacky, why can’t we take some home. Not a little bit, 
you know, but a great, whole lot — enough to fill the little spare room 
on our floor. No one goes in there. Don’t you think we could?” 

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“Wish good for one day only,” said Jacky. “You remember that 
as well as I do. It is mean, isn’t it? Say, J^an, I’m awfully thirsty, 
aren’t you? Let’s try to find some water.” 

“All right,” and off they started, going into a little stretch of 
woods, where they were sure they would find a brook. 

It was hard to walk very fast. There were great beds of candied 
violets, bushes covered with roses, their leaves all temptingly crusted 
with sugar, and all sorts of fascinating trees, with chocolate barks 
and leaves of various kinds of cookies. The jumble tree was the fun- 
niest, for the little sugar birds had built nests of shining spun sugar 
in the holes in the middle of the jumbles and from the center of every 
nest started two or three little heads with big yawning bills, reaching 
for the sugar worms the father birds were bringing. 

Jacky and Jean watched that tree for a long time, but at last got 
so very thirsty they had to go on. 

Pretty soon they saw the gleam of smooth brown water through 
the trees and started pell-mell. Jacky reached the bank of the little 
lake first, went flat on his stomach, stuck his eager lips down and then 
came up as suddenly, with a funny little splutter. 

“J/san,” he said, “it’s not water at all. It’s molasses.” 

Jean, who was just on the point of taking a drink herself, stopped 
short. 


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“ How mean,” she cried. “ Molasses is good enough, but not when 
you’re thirsty. What are we going to do? You don’t suppose all the 
water is made out of molasses, do you? Wouldn’t that be dreadful? ” 

Jacky nodded. “Well,” he said, “there’s no use trying to drink 
that stuff. I know it would make us thirstier than ever. Let’s go on. 
Maybe we will find a spring.” 

Somehow it wasn’t quite so much fun now. They were very thirsty 
and they had walked a good way, too. Even the sight of a range of 
mountains made of fruit cake did not interest them, after they dis- 
covered that the snow upon their tops was nothing more nor less than 
frosting. 

“Oh, dear I” wailed Jean, “ I want a drink of water. I don’t care 
how much cake there is, I want water.” 

“ How would lemonade do, if you’re thirsty? ” said a strange, sweet 
little voice at her elbow. “We don’t have such a crude thing as wa- 
ter in this country. In fact, we don’t consider it at all healthful. And 
as for that thick, heavy, white stuff you call milk — it’s no good at all, 
except maybe in the mixing of chocolate caramels.” 

Jacky and Jean turned and saw beside them a queer little man taller 
than they, and as thin as a toothpick. His hands and head and feet 
were bare, and you could see right through them. His clothes were 

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made out of thin, greased tissue paper, such as caramels are often 
wrapped in. 

“We think water is pretty good,” they said, “ and we like milk, too. 
But everyone has a different taste, you know. And we are very fond 
of lemonade. We’d like some ever so much.” 

“ Come with me,” said the little man, and went on before them 
with a quick little step. Somehow he sounded brittle, and the chil- 
dren feared he might break to bits before their very eyes. 

How good that lemonade did taste, to be sure. It was rather sweet, 
but it was cool, and it was wet, and that was what they wanted. The 
little man showed them how it was mixed, right in the spring, so that 
they never had to have any “ crude water ” at all. Then he took them 
to his house, and they sat on marshmallow cushions, at peppermint 
candy tables, and he served them lunch. 

It was such a funny lunch. They would have delighted in it if they 
hadn’t had so much sweet stuff already. Cake and pie and candy! 
That was all there was on the table. The little man explained that 
every family had a pie growing in the back yard, and they just cut 
off what they wished for dinner. He spoke of it much as father spoke 
of the kitchen garden. It was good pie — mince pie. The little man 
said he grew that kind because it was richer. He said some people 
might prefer apple, but he couldn’t understand why. 

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Jacky and Jean thought they could understand why. They were 
hungry, and so were gulping it down, but it was awfully rich. It 
seemed to stick in their throats. 

“Now, said the little man, as they rose from the table, “I want 
to take you to see Sugar Loaf Mountain. Pure sugar, my dears. 
The sweetest range of mountains you can find. Plum Cake range? 
Very fine, no doubt, and the frosting on top is picturesque and use- 
ful. But Sugar Loaf Mountain is the best. Come on ! ” 

Jacky and Jean felt about that time that they never wished to see 
anything sweet again. But they had wished the other wish first and 
must stick to it. 

The little man went on in front of them with his queer, brittle little 
walk, and they noticed that instead of smelling the flowers he passed 
he always bent down and took a little taste of them. Somehow it 
made the children feel rather queer inside. 

“ I — I wish I had a dose of Rachel’s peppermint,” said Jean. 

“I wish I had some good bread and butter,” said Jacky boldly, 
and they almost thought they heard the Mysterious Sparrow giggle, 
when suddenly the little man before them gave a great shiver and 
a thin little squeal. “Oh, dear, oh dear!” he cried. “ Don’t you know 
any better than to mention that awful stuff in this country? You 
can’t stay here at all if you even think of — ^you know what. B. and 

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B. — that awful B. and B. Now you’ve got to go and I haven’t shown 
you anything at all. Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, de — ” Just 
there his voice went off into a far-away little squeak, for the children 
were flying through the air and the country of cake and candy and 
pie was vanishing below them. 

They landed on the floor of the nursery with a bump at least two 
hours before sunset. 

“But I don’t care,” cried Jacky, making a rush for the pantry. 
“ MaryanMartha, I want a great big slice of bread and butter — 
quick!” 

“ I thought you’d come around and be good,” said MaryanMartha, 
and smiled as she spread the butter on a thick slice of bread. 


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CHAPTER XIV 


Uhc Sparrow Entertains 


CAN’T think of a thing to wish, and it’s my turn,” 
sighed Jean. She held the cage in her hands and 
looked down at its battered bars as though they 
could give her an inspiration. 

“I’ll tell you what — ” began Jacky, but Jean 
stopped him. 

“No you won’t either; I don’t want to be told. I want to think of 
something all by myself. I know.” And she rubbed the cage hard 
as Jacky asked eagerly, “What is it?” 

“Never you mind. Wait and see.” Jean looked very important. 

The Mysterious Sparrow winked at Jacky as he lighted on the 
windowsill. 

“We all like our little secrets,” he said gayly, “but this time Jean 

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will have to tell if she wants any good from it herself — ^won’t she, 
Jacky, my lad?” 

Jacky nodded, and Jean smiled. 

“ But there isn’t anything to tell,” she said. “ I haven’t thought 
of a thing. But I’m going to wish just the same. I’m going to wish 
for you to think of something particularly nice for us to do.” 

“Goodness gracious sakes alive!” cried the Mysterious Sparrow. 
“You certainly are the strangest child! What a wish, to be sure! 
What do you think I’m going to do about it?” 

“ I don’t know, and I don’t care,” said Jean. “ I think you’ll give 
us a good time, whatever you do. I’m sure if you’re any kind of a 
fairy at all, you ought to think of something particularly nice.” 

The Mysterious Sparrow gave a funny little chirp. “ Really,” he 
said, “you’ve come on surprisingly — surprisingly. I really believe 
that you believe in me as fully as Jacky does. I’ve made a convert 
of you, and I think you do deserve a treat. Now, then — how would 
you like to come home with me?” 

Jacky and Jean fairly gasped with delight. 

“ Oh yes, yes, yes !” they cried, and the Mysterious Sparrow chuck- 
led. “ I thought that would suit,” he said. “Well, then, come along. 
Ah, here we are, right side up with care.” And the children sat star- 
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They didn’t know quite, what they did expect to see, but it was dif- 
ferent from their ideas of a fairy home. It wasn’t snug in the heart 
of a rose, where one fairy-book had led them to think all fairies lived. 
It wasn’t a beautiful cave, hung with wonderful tapestries. It wasn’t 
made of glass, or of gold, or of anything unusual. Neither was the 
Mysterious Sparrow as they had expected to see him. 

In fact, they were sitting in a large, handsomely-furnished room, 
with windows that looked out over an exceptionally fine garden, and 
before them stood a very elegant young man of the usual propor- 
tions, who was smiling and bowing at them in the friendliest man- 
ner. They knew it was the Mysterious Sparrow by his voice. 

“Well,” he said, “How do you like it?” 

“Oh,” said Jean, doubtfully, “it’s very nice, of course, very nice 
indeed. But what are you, anyway? And what is this house?” 

“This,” said the Mysterious Sparrow, “this is not a house at all. 
It is a palace, and I am a fairy prince.” 

Jean’s eyes grew big and round. “How perfectly lovely!” she 
gasped. But J acky thought otherwise. 

“ It’s awfully pretty around here,” he said. “ But then, you know, 
I thought I was going to see the things you read about — fairies with 
wings, the little ones, you know, small enough to take up in your 
hand, and giants, big enough to take you up, and dragons and griffins, 

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and gnomes and brownies — I did so want to see some brownies!” 

The Mysterious Sparrow, or rather the Fairy Prince, as he was 
really, patted Jacky’s head. 

“That’s all right, old chap,” he said comfortingly. “ I know how 
you feel about it, exactly. And if you’ll just give me time, I’ll show 
you the whole thing. It’s here, you know — all the things you’ve 
mentioned, and a few more besides. Only I wanted you to see my 
house first. But we’ll start on a tour of inspection right away. Come 
out and take a walk in the garden, while I have the carriage brought 
round.” He touched a painted lily on the wall. Instantly a great, 
fierce-looking man, in a long white robe and a big turban, appeared. 

“The carriage, Selim,” said the Fairy Prince. The man put both 
slender dark hands across his breast, bowed and disappeared. He 
hadn’t come in at the door, he hadn’t been in the room before. He 
simply came out of the air, and the children felt the most delicious 
little creepiness running up and down their backs. This, indeed, 
looked like fairy land! 

“That,” said the Prince, airily, “that was one of the genii — the 
kind they have in the Arabian Nights, you know. A very useful sort 
of people they are, but apt to be unruly once in a while. I Have to 
watch them all the time. Come, now,” and he led them out through 
a long hall, filled with pictures and rugs, into the garden. 

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The house, or rather the palace, hadn’t seemed strange — only ex- 
ceptionally handsome. But the garden! At first sight it was usual 
enough, but it wasn’t. The first thing they ran into was a gnome — 
a funny, crooked little chap, with a long, pointed beard, which he had 
tied in a bow knot under his chin to keep it from getting under his 
spade as he dug around the roots of a rose bush. 

He saluted the Prince in true military style, and then to the chil- 
dren’s surprise, the rose bush bowed, too, and the rose petals opened 
just like a mouth, and a sweet, airy little voice said, “ Really, my 
dear Prince, I wish you would speak to the gnome about me. He 
doesn’t dig at my roots half enough. The earth rests so heavily on 
them they’re quite cramped, I assure you.” 

The gnome looked rather sheepish, and pulled at his beard till it 
came untied and fell down on top of the rose, who was nearly smoth- 
ered, and scolded about it, calling him clumsy and begging to be 
moved to another part of the garden. 

The prince fixed things up between them, and the children went on 
down the paths, talking to the flowers and the butterflies and birds, 
who were all as friendly as could be, and told them the prettiest lit- 
tle stories, all about the things they saw and what they were doing. 
They chatted along with them, till the Prince said, “Well, now, come 

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along, or you’ll miss a part Jacky is particularly interested in. Just 
outside here we keep the fairy folks they use in stories.” 

“ Oh I ” and both the children clapped their hands. “ Let’s hurry! ” 
and they started running so fast down the path that the Prince had 
to make his long legs hurry to keep up with them. 

Just outside, the country was very different from the garden. It 
seemed to be in two parts — a kind of misfit sort of country, whose 
halves did not match. One side was very, very big. There were enor- 
mous trees, and a two-story house as tall as the twenty-story office 
building where father had his office. The grass was like a forest, and 
the gravel walks seemed to the children to be made up of great rocks. 

On the other side everything was very small. Tiny trees that looked 
like toys hung over the dearest, prettiest little cottages, and the flow- 
ers were so small and the roads so narrow that one could hardly see 
them at all. 

“You see,” said the Prince, “we have to make the countries to fit 
the people. We have it big for the giants, and little for the fairies. 
You’d better let me fix you up a bit before you go visiting. You’d be 
lost in one place, and would tramp up the other so the fairies couldn’t 
live in it till they had made it all over.” 

“Oh, my,” cried Jean, all in a flutter of excitement. “Are you 
going to change us, make us big, and little, and all that?” “ I certainly 

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am,” said the Prince, laughing. “Here you go — presto, change!” 

The children felt the most peculiar sensations. They seemed to 
be shooting up and up. Jacky actually dodged, he was afraid he 
would hit the sky. Then suddenly they stopped, and felt quite as 
usual. But there was a difference. They were in the land of the 
giants, and everything seemed more natural than it had from a dis- 
tance. They could appreciate how big everything was, without get- 
ting stepped on themselves. 

But somehow they didn’t find the giants nearly as interesting as 
they had expected. They seemed big and clumsy, and they didn’t 
want to do anything but sleep and snored so loudly that Jean shut her 
ears tight and Jacky frowned. 

“I think,” said Jean, “in fact, I’m very sure, that I’d like to be 
a fairy now.” 

“ So would I,” said Jacky, and instanter they felt themselves pulled 
all together, and they stepped over into fairyland. 

There it was pleasant. The fairy folk crowded all about them. 
Some swung from the vines, some crept out of the flowers, some hov- 
ered in the air above them, and some came close and let the children 
touch their pretty wings, and look at their strange, dainty garments. 
Then they made a hammock out of a spider web, and putting the 
children in it, took them sailing up and up through the air, and then 

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swooped lightly down again, laughing as Jean looked a little fright- 
ened, and grasped the sides of the slender hammock tightly. They 
took them over into Brownieland, and introduced them to all the 
queer, round-bodied little chaps; they took them down beneath the 
earth, where the gnomes lived, and showed them the jolly little wood 
elves, who were deep in the forest. 

They had dinner from a mushroom table, set with roseleaf doilies, 
and bluebells for cups. They heard about all the fairy stories that 
ever were written and in just what stories different fairies about them 
had appeared. 

“ For that’s our work, you know,” the little people told them, 
“getting into all the fairy stories we can. Fairy stories are good for 
children. 

“ But where is the Mys the Prince, I mean? ” asked Jacky. 

“ Here — and waiting to take you on a bit,” said the Prince, appear- 
ing beside them. “ I know you’re having a fine time, but just come 
where the story-book people live — you’ll like that.” 

And in the next minute they were standing in still another place, 
and the carriage was there, drawn by six white horses, and they were 
driven off down the road that led between the giants and the fairies, to 
another country, where they were met by Simple Simon, carrying his 

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pail with him, and Tommy Tucker, who would persist in singing for 
his supper every moment they were there. 

They saw everyone. The cow jumped over the moon for their ben- 
efit, Little Lord Fauntleroy came out and showed them his sash and 
his curls, the Little Women, all four, took them for a walk, finally 
handing them over to Sinbad the Sailor, who gave them diamonds 
as big as their fists and told them marvelous stories. 

They had supper with old Mother Hubbard, who found things to 
eat somewhere or other, though her dog sat outside howling for a 
bone, and Jack and Jill had just promised to fall down hill for their 
pleasure, while Jean fixed the vinegar and brown paper with which 
Jill was to “plaster his nob,” when suddenly both the happy visitors 
were caught up as though by a whirlwind. They gasped, held tight 
to each other, and landed on the nursery floor. 

“I’m sorry,” said a voice, “ but I forgot how very late it was. Hope 
you had a nice day!” and there was a whirr of departing wings 
through the darkened window. 


CHAPTER XV 


(3oobb^ to tbe Sparrow 



[ELL, we did have a fine time yesterday!” And 
J acky drew a long, deep breath of satisfaction. 
“Didn’t we!” answered Jean. 

It was the morning after their trip to the home 
of the Mysterious Sparrow, and they still lay in 
their white bed, waiting for Rachel to call them. 
They wouldn’t have stirred till she came — they never did. It was 
such fun to have her make bread out of them in order to wake them 
up, as she always did. Racfiel said they were getting to be pretty 
big loaves now, but still they made her go through the kneading and 
working, and the “ tossing into the oven to bake,” just as they had 
when they were babies. 

They didn’t have long to wait this morning before she came in, 

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and it seemed to the children that she was very much inclined to 
make them Hurry through everything at a very uncomfortable rate 
of speed. They didn’t like it, and said so, but Rachel only laughed, 
and MaryanMartha, who had come up with their breakfast fully ten 
minutes ahead of time, laughed, too. But the children didn’t much 
mind. Rachel and MaryanMartha went away and left them to 
eat their breakfast alone, so that Jacky got all the sugar he wanted 
on his oatmeal, and Jean put butter on her bread in enormous chunks, 
while they discussed the wish for the day. 

“It’s really puzzling — very puzzling,” said Jacky, “because you 
see we’ve had so many wishes now, and the last one was so awfully 
good anything would seem tame beside it.” 

“That’s just what I think,” said Jean, with her mouth full. “Oh, 
Jacky, what lots of fun we have had! And to think that I didn’t use 
to like fairy stories, or to believe in fairies, or anything. It’s a won- 
der that the Mysterious Sparrow was nice to me at all.” 

“Yes,” said Jacky quite frankly, “it is. Now, if he’d done nice 
things for me ” 

“Oh, pooh, don’t get conceited! It’s your wish today, though, so 
hurry up and think what you’re going to ask for. I don’t wonder 
you’re stumped.” 

“Slang! Five cents to the plaster pig!” and Jacky danced with 

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glee as he collected the money, though Jean claimed the privilege 
of dropping it through the hole in the broad, spotted back. 

Then they went in and drew the cage from the window seat. 
“We’ve rubbed it ’most bright, haven’t we?” said Jean, as she held it 
carefully between her thumb and forefinger. “ It looks almost nice 
now — and how shocked Cousin Alice was when she saw it all dirty I 
Oh, haven’t we had fun with Cousin Alice! I just wish we could 
tell mother about it so she’d understand, don’t you? My, Jacky, I 
rubbed it again!” 

“ Then you’ve got that wish, and it’s no fair, because it was my 
turn,” cried Jacky, with flushed cheeks. “Please, Mr. Sparrow, or 
Mr. Prince, or whatever you are, don’t let that be a wish. It wasn’t 
fair.” 

“ I’m afraid I can’t help that,” said the Sparrow, as he flew in at 
the window and lit on the top of the cage. “ She wished it, you know, 
and as far as my part goes, these turns don’t count. Jean shall have 
her wish. But children, there’s a more serious side to it than you 
imagine.” 

“What?” asked both together. 

“You have wished,” went on the Mysterious Sparrow solemnly, 
“you have wished that you might tell a grown person all about me, 
and about the wishes I have given you, and that she should under- 

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Stand and believe the story. I can grant your wish, and I will — 
but you can never have any more.” 

Jacky and Jean stared at him a moment in utter horror, and then 
Jean began to cry softly, while Jacky sniffed in a very suspicious 
manner as he demanded shortly, “Why?” 

“ Because, after she knows, the spell is broken,” said the Sparrow. 
“Fairies are for children only, you must remember. When grown- 
ups know and understand, we must fly away. They have had their 
turn.” 

“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” wailed Jean, while Jacky’s 
mouth twitched. “ But we’ll be so very lonesome,” he said, “ it was 
bad enough before, with mother away, but now — and there won’t 
be a chance to tell her for so long — ” 

“Tell her what? You can tell her anything and everything right 
now,” cried a gay, happy voice. And there stood mother, right be- 
side them, with her arms out, and her eyes shining with smiles and 
tears. “ Oh, my babies, my babies. I’m so glad to have you back 
again! You must tell me just everything you’ve done! The letters 
weren’t near enough,” and she kissed them over and over, while they 
clung to her till father laughed and said they’d wear her down as thin 
as she was when she went away. 

“You go down stairs,” said mother, shaking her fingers at him. 

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“You’ve had them all the time, and you’ve seen me often. They 
haven’t. You go away, and leave us all alone.” And father laughed 
and went. 

Then they began. At first it was all so strange and mixed that 
mother wrinkled her pretty forehead up into a hundred perplexed 
little lines. But finally she made them talk one at a time, and so 
began to get the story. 

Her soft eyes opened very wide, but she had believed in fairies 
when she was small just as Jacky always did, and it did not seem 
so strange to her as it might to a great many mothers. 

When they went to look for the cage to show her that, however, 
it was gone. 

“ Why,” cried Jacky, “ it was here just a minute ago!” 

“I threw it down when mother came,” said Jean. But the cage 
had vanished. 

“Too bad!” said mother, beginning to look a little doubtful, when 
she jumped nearly out of her chair. For a voice had addressed her 
from the window sill — and the window was in the third story of the 
house. 

“ My goodness!” she cried, “what’s that?” 

“ It’s the Mysterious Sparrow,” cried the children. 

And sure enough, there he stood, bobbing his small head at them. 

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“ I am glad to meet you, madam,” he was saying in a very pompous 
manner, “ and glad to know that you do not look upon me as a hum- 
bug. I have tried to make your children happy and,” forgetting his 
grand manners, “and I’ve had a good time, too! I only wish you 
could have come along on a wish yourself, but you see, according to 
rules, I must take the cage with me. It’s just outside. I’ll travel in it. 
Goodby!” and before they could speak again they saw him jump into 
the cage, close the little door with his beak and climb to the perch, 
and then the cage sailed off through the air as easily and gracefully 
as a small canoe would float upon a river. 

“ Goodby, goodby, goodby! ” cried Jacky and Jean. And mother, 
too, waved her pretty handkerchief and called goodby after the Spar- 
row, as long as they could see the least glint of the sunshine on the 
bars of the cage. Then they all leaned back in the window seat and 
looked at each other. 

“Well,” said Jean softly, “there’s another fairy story ended.” 

And they were all very still till father came up to take them down 
to lunch, when they brightened up again. The Mysterious Sparrow 
was gone, but then — mother was at home. 

THE END. 


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